Tuesday, August 16, 2011
More than a UFO
Whatever we want to call it, I've got one.
Way back when Mario and I first started seeing each other (friend stage; not even dating yet, though I had plans) he asked how hard it was to make a jacket. I said that it would depend on the jacket, plus I hadn't started sewing for men at that point. Why?
It seems he's always had a yen for a particular jacket. Anybody remember the jackets Jimi Hendrix wore, the funky, velvet, Sergeant Pepper bandleader type jackets? Pseudo-military with too much gold braid? Frock coat on acid?
I thought, "No way, dude. We're not even dating."
Fast forward 5+ years.
What's my excuse now? He still talks about it. There's a TV commercial with a quick flash of Hendrix wearing one of those jackets and he points it out. And he's not normally like that.
I ask if he'd really wear the thing if I made it. "Absolutely!" he says. "I'd probably never take it off."
I'm not sure how that would fly at work, but whatever floats your boat. I guess I really need to start thinking about how I want to make this jacket. I have a few mens patterns around, but nothing that's going to come close to. Time to look at the historical patterns and see what I can morph into something resembling what he wants.
He looks so quiet. Here I am all this time trying to liven up his wardrobe with print shirts when what he really, really wants is a frock coat on acid.