On the Back Burner

One of the mendables from Fabscrap that I didn't try to fix last month was this lovely ruffled top. Lots of reasons for that.

There are no huge issues with the garment, but lots of little problems, like this tear in the top gauzy fabric. I could patch it with organza, or embroidery over it, but I can't decide which would look better.

Split seams aren't usually a problem to mend, as long as the fabric is sturdy enough to stitch. Here, it is.

Here, it's definitely not. I think this is called an armhole gusset. Anyway, this area of the garment gets more wear and tear than, say, a hem.

There are some unfinished hems as well, and I don't have a hem roller foot for my sewing machine, so I'd have to hem these by hand.

Overall it's a lot of detail work. The top is a medium size, which won't fit my weird body (I'm a medium in the waist, large in the shoulders, and extra large in the chest.) I'm also not a ruffles person. It might fit Kat, although she is almost as big as I am in the chest area. She won't be home until Christmas, so I decided to wait until she can see it and let me fit it on her before I start mending.

If she doesn't want the top, then I am definitely going to salvage the pretty fabric and repurpose it.

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