One of my most favorite fabrics is corduroy.  And of all the corduroy fabrics I own–and I own a lot of corduroy–the fabric above is the prettiest.  Also worth noting is the fact that I found this on a local remnant table, but I digress . . . The issue at hand is that I have no idea what to do with it.

I tend to believe that fabric speaks.  It tells me what to do with it, rather than the converse.  So I’m trying to figure out if this fabric is mute or if I’m deaf. Whatever the case, we’re not communicating.  I would love nothing more than to turn these yards into something, but I have no idea what. 

Here’s a closer, less unfocused look.

So what do you want to be, my lovely?  A jacket?  A skirt?  How can I display your beauty without making you gaudy or over-the-top?  “Skirt,” you say?  Sigh.

One day, one fine day, she’ll speak and I’ll listen.  Then I’ll make some masterpiece of a garment and walk out of the house wearing said work of art stunning and stupefying you all. Yeah . . . that’s exactly what I’ll do.

How many times have I altered tissue pattern pieces in your name?  How many muslins have I sewn?  How many hours have been wasted on you, McCall’s 5466?  I don’t even know why I included a link to you!  If you out there are reading this, DON’T FOLLOW THE LINK!  You’ll be enraptured by the neckline pleats or the slant pockets, and the next thing you know you’ll be swimming in a sea of tissue bodices.  IT’S NOT WORTH IT!  I, for one, will allow this to go no further.  McCall’s 5466, until I can figure out what to do with that neckline, thou art loosed–away with you!