Limitations. I’ve been mulling over the multi-faceted limitations I stumble upon daily. Alright, so that’s kind of an overwrought statement, since I am sharing just a simple tank top today. But this was a simple tank top borne out of limitations.
It looks like it was designed this way, right? Actually, yes, that cutout is part of the pattern and it’s the reason I wanted to make it. I’m all about interesting back details. M tells me I have a nice back, and it’s important to play up our assets, I believe. And I’m not talking about the booty variety, because the same man who gushes about my back also tells me that it looks like someone shot off my hiney, leveling it to utter flatness. He’s observant like that, and I have to agree. The limitation I’m referring to is the colorblock that I tend to incorporate time and time and time again because I don’t have enough of a particular fabric.
I end up loving the frankensteined versions significantly more than if I’d been able to make the entire top or dress or whatever out of a single fabric which is my de facto sewing style. In this case, the fabric in question is a scrap of ikat my mom brought me when she visited. It might be vintage, it might not, but it begged to be used. It’s quite thick as far as cottons go, so the felled-seam-esque method of sewing the back pieces resulted in serious bulk, and I had to hand-stitch to catch some parts that came loose. The black fabric is some kind of viscose-y, rayon-y substrate, but has enough heft to be paired with the cotton.
I adore this tank top so much. I learned from past mistakes of oversized end products and cut out a size 12 (I usually cut out 14) — this was also motivated by a desire to use as little fabric as possible. A good thing, too, since the fit is terrific. I’m impressed with the design because I’m wearing a regular bra that’s perfectly hidden despite the generous open square in the middle of my back. This rarely happens with ready-to-wear for me. I always have bra straps hanging out all over the place.
I do think the front armhole curves (arm scythe?) are a little too deep for my taste, as I don’t think that’s a particularly flattering part of my body that should be exposed (it gets a little flubbery there and nope, that’s not a real word. It’s a combo of blubbery and fluffy).
Still, my point is that limitations can be surprisingly liberating and I’m pretty sure it encourages more creativity, as long as whatever is limiting isn’t debilitating. Botched philosophical attempts aside, I’m glad I have a new tank top to see me through the end of summer!