In case you were wondering where I got such awful taste from, you need wonder no more. This is a tank top that my mother made for my dad back in the day. Apologies to anyone currently being blinded by the combination of 70s tank toppery and parental bedspread, but she took the pic not me.
I feel like I’ve been sucked into clothes making against my will. I always said I’d only make bits of crap to fill up the flat and to foist on other people – tea pot cosies, blankets, and the odd hat – but suddenly I find myself making clothes. And now, staring at this mesmerising tank top, I’m beginning to think “hmm, looks relatively straightforward, maybe I’ll pick the pattern up next time I’m home..”
I think there may be chemicals in the wool.
I think that the colors are a bit loud, but nothing that can’t be quieted down by a better color choice and a softer looking wool. You could definitely give it as a gift to a friend who has just entered the business world, but that’s just me.
Loud is good in my books – I’d probably go for something bright like this:
http://www.catwalkqueen.tv/2006/03/go_to_hm_now.html
I wouldn’t be giving it to any friend either – I think I’d look jusy spiffy in a tank top of my own creation. Oh yes indeed.
so would your boyfriend!!
ARGGGGHHHHH – put the wool down and step away