I don’t know what happened. It wasn’t supposed to come out this way: a reversible corset with improbable colors. I’ve actually finished it more than a year ago and, since then, it has been lying at the bottom of a drawer. I just couldn’t see it. It looked too awful and strange to me. And yet it was the result of a really great online sewing class with Gretchen Hirsch. The first side looks like “I-ate-a-vanilla-and-strawberry-ice-cream-at-the-swimming-pool-and-then-I-decided-to-wear-a-matching-corset-oh-and-the-sun-was-seriously-beating-down-today”. Even if I would never go out dressed like that, I couldn’t help adopting this regressive look. Smells like teen spirit…

And the other side is more of a “oh-if-only-I-could-be-Charles-Ingalls’-daughter-and-run-through-flowered-meadows-on-a-Spring-afternoon”.

Yeah. Sewing roulette: next!