It’s spring.

New Look-inspired suit jacket for K underway.

New Look-inspired suit jacket for K underway.

This is a draft that has been sitting in my draft folder since March 13th. I’m not sure why I never published it. It’s been a busy year so far, I suppose I thought that I should produce images first and got side-tracked. I feel that it still works as an update of sorts, though, although it’s been two more months and more things have happened since. I really want to start writing again, and this is as good a start as any.

In short, though? Age; something like five years older and hopefully wiser than I was six months ago. Occupation; finally setting about quitting this nonsense and going back to school. Marital status; having my cake and eating it. Other cakes, too.

March 13, 2014.

I’m not entirely sure what I’ve been up to lately – a lot, I think, including that black cavalry twill mock uniform, quite a bit of gardening, a few railroad-related outings with hr. H and, um, stuff. Parties, gig with the fife and drum corps, helping my best friend move into her new apartment, work, things.

There are no photos of the suit as of yet. I wore it a couple of weeks ago, but the photos taken then have not surfaced, and it needs tweaking before I want to take proper photos of it myself. The shoulders turned out a little less well-defined than I like, they need stuffing and re-shaping, and I may take it in slightly over the hips as well.

This is how I do things, apparently. An intense work period towards a deadline, finish just in time, wear it, decide on changes to be made, make said changes. Taking more time during the process might be better, perhaps, but I have done a lot of alteration work in my day as well, and I don’t mind opening up my own garments to correct, adjust and fine tune fit later. It’s worth it. Sometimes you do need to wear the garment to make those decisions.

The fabric is every bit as lovely as I thought it would be, anyway, it looks appropriately sinister with the side cap and pebbled silvertone buttons, and apart from those quibbles I’m very happy with the fit. I think I will get a set of black leather buttons or something along those lines for it too, so I can get a little more use out of it, and probably make a belt from the fabric remnants.

Next up is a pink suit for  darling K, a New Look-inspired affair with an a-line skirt and a very fitted jacket. I have made a suit for her before, the Lili Marleen costume back when she still did burlesque, and that jacket remains one of the best I’ve made. The pattern will be useful as a starting point, the fit over the shoulders, bust and sleeves is still very good, but that one was made to be worn over a tightly laced corset, and this one will not be, so there are significant differences below the bust. I look forward to doing this very structured, padded New Look kind of silhouette, with more feminine detailing than the things I make for myself usually get.

The fabric is a lovely, medium weight wool suiting in a warm shade of pink, with a discreet, small plaid pattern in a slightly darker and duller pink. It needs to look quite formal, so we are going for a classic cut with a slightly unusual shape to the collar and lapels, and scalloped pockets.

Right, and I brunched with a couple of friends the weekend before last, and came home with around ten modish 1930’s and 1940’s hats, worn by my friend’s grandmother, ranging from the sensible to the height of insane WWII-era hattery. They have to be seen to be believed. Somehow, I have not managed photos of those either yet, it’s just not possible to do them justice with a selfie. Just you wait.

Change of plans.


Model year 1910, 1939 and 1942 for women.

2014 got off to a rough start with a breakup. I am single, and rather fed up with life in general at the moment. I’m sure it’ll pass, as everything invariably does. Meanwhile, have some m/1942 kv photos? Courtesy of the wonderful John Paul Bichard, as always, and shot at Armémuseum in Stockholm. We did a similar shoot there four years ago, and I really like those photos too, so I’m including two of them. All photos ©John Paul Bichard, 2010 and 1013.

So much has changed since then. But not enough.


M/42 kv.

Swedish Women's Motor Corps uniform from Stockholm, early 50's.

Swedish Women’s Motor Corps uniform from Stockholm, early 50’s.


Nurse uniform from Gothenburg, probably dating to around WWII.

Fabric oops.

Right, this cannot be healthy. After finishing a couple of large projects, do I feel pleased, satisfied, at peace with myself? Not really. I’m pleased, yes, I feel a certain sense of accomplishment, but I feel even more lost, restless, without meaning or direction in life. The instant cure? Planning a new large project or three. I’m not sure this is good for me, but it can’t be much worse than drink or religion as comforting habits go, can it?

The greenish plaid wool had sold out, of course, but I bought the remaining piece of the other wool I got at the same sale, a rust and grey herringbone tweed. I have 2,6 m now, enough for a very simple jacket and skirt. Belted back, I’m thinking, and I’ve been looking at Norfolk jackets, although I very much doubt if I can squeeze that much detail out of just 1,8 m or so.

I had a bit of an accident with m/1939 wadmal, too; I went to one of my favourite fabric shops to look at lingerie elastic and lace, and they had Swedish military surplus fabric, the kind used in enlisted m/1942 kv uniforms. My loden budget is now gone, but in my defense this wadmal is every bit as good for winter coats. It’s a warm grey, and I rather wanted a coat in a colour, but I will have to try to live with that. I will also have to try not to make a more or less useless replica out of misplaced reverence for the fabric, since m/42 kv is my kryptonite, apparently. I completely forgot about the lace and elastic, of course, and two close friends I met up with, both burlesque artists, seemed bemused at the idea of going out to buy lace appliqués and coming home with wadmal instead.

Also, I remembered that I still have a 3,7 m piece of black wool blend cavalry twill to make whoopee with. A completely unnecessary uniform-inspired black suit with lots and lots of delicious padding, shaping and tailoring might bring just the feeling of meaning and direction I need at the moment. I can justify a black pencil skirt, at least. What’s that you say? Sensible? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you?