Jupe La Quinze: Flower Girl/The Eileen

Let me apologize for the crappy photos of this truly lovely skirt. I found the fabric today in the upholstery section - which carries "bottom-weight" fabrics. In other words "bottom-weight" fabrics are suitable to wrap around one's ass. As I soon discovered.

This is me, always fighting the belly. Luckily the enormous flower on my skirt distracts me from my belly, inducing a state close to - can it be? self-love?

But who couldn't love this?
Yes, that is indeed an absolutely enormous flower on my butt. And you know what? I couldn't be happier about it. I'm wearing it to work tomorrow with boots and a brown sweater.

I saw this fabric and immediately thought of Eileen, who will be getting a skirt much like this, but perhaps with racing stripes, in a mere 10-15 days.

Digression into my state of mind: Making this skirt was terrific therapy for a really shitty week at work, part of which I brought on myself, but much of which was brought on by a she-demon named ****. I might as well have called this the "Suck it, ****" skirt, but you know? The jacket I spent 8 hours on yesterday should really be given that name, because a lot of the anger I felt at ****, and the untenable environment she has created at work, dissipated when I was making it, escaped into the ether - along with the shame I felt at handling things badly, letting my own anger and lust for justice (and honesty - the nerve of me, wanting the people I work for to be honest, can you imagine?). Into the air, and left me singing along with Aretha Franklin and the Dixie Chicks and Indigo girls and that gal who sings "I'm not going to write you a love song"* on my iPod.

So thank you, ****. Despite yourself, you brought joy and beauty in the world, if mistakenly.

Digression over. Watch for photos of the jacket tomorrow or so. It's almost completely done, but for a little velvet trim around the collar, which I messed up but which, hopefully, no one will notice once there's velvet trim on it.

* Incidentally, buy that album, she rules. I think her name is Sara Bareilles, and she has a voice like a young Aretha.