Holy cow, I made this
There are some things that just seem beyond make-ability. And yet I have often been surprised and delighted to discover that I’m wrong. Granola and yogurt, for example.
And trench coats–well coats in general–and certainly a man’s coat.
Scratch that–anything for Tom (he’s the DH, remember? Using a name is so freeing!) that will get worn outside the house, or at least outside his shoes.
Don’t get me wrong, Tom is incredibly supportive of me, almost to the point of being too supportive (if I have to ‘splain that it may require a separate post). But let’s be honest, the kinds of things I usually make don’t really blip on his radar.
Neither did this undertaking when I undertook it, to be honest. Well, it was scary for me too, to be very honest. I made this in September, and it has been in a closet waiting for buttonholes and buttons (and admittedly because it looked frumpy on the hanger and I was chicken.) But here it is! It fits! I did it!
Ladies and gents, meet Tom’s new trench coat:
The fabric is something off the JoAnn’s clearance table. It is completely water repellent, and strangely crinkly. It didn’t take an ironing too happily, so we’re calling the look rugged, got it?
Half lining. But why? If I make this again I’ll just line the whole jacket. The half lining makes no sense. But I did get to do Hong Kong finishing on the seams which was great fun.
How did I make these splendid keyhole buttonholes on my old Singer, you ask? Ah, that secret too will soon be revealed.
It’s ok, take a moment to admire my welt pockets. I even practiced because the fabric was so unforgiving, and I couldn’t be more proud of them.
(Now, I realize that this whole post may be extremely off-putting as it tiptoes into the realm of self-horn-tootage. But I’m ok with that. First off, I’m pretty proud to have finally made something for my husband that he really likes! And second, I have a 6 month old. I accomplish approximately 2.3 things a day, and if one of those is the dishes life looks grand. If not, well, this sewing success will have to sustain me as my long-lost glory days.)