Waist not

You couldn’t pay me enough to be 35 again. Or even 25. I would -- for one day-- like to have my size ten waist back. Just because.

Then again, I’m good with my current toned 12 and the hips that go along with it. A long, high-waisted denim skirt came back to this side of the pond with me a few years ago after a sort-through of one of my remaining boxes of clothes in Mom’s attic. I used the skirt panels for something or another craft-related but the late high school/early college leftover waistband of the skirt has been lurking in the Denim Scraps Tub. I quite like my obi refashion from this summer so knew just what I wanted to do with this remaining bit of skirt when I stumbled across it this afternoon.

The straps and buckles used to close OVER the buttoned waist -- the button holes are hidden by that denim scrap flower -- and once picked off I sewed 'em into the edges of the waistband. It sits nice and low on my hips. Must go rummage through the closet to see what might go with it after I chop the vegetables for tonight's fried rice.

IWOM