
While at the beach, scrounging around in a second-hand shop I was blessed with the sight of my niece's visceral reaction to a an old 1950's shirt, the fabric of which is pictured here, you can click on it to get the full beauty of the weave.
Her reaction was so ghastly that I think she almost threw up! So, of course I bought it! She won't talk about "The Incident", will you A?
So anyway, it was such a treat to harass the poor lass that I decided to make it a lifes mission to acquire ugly shirts to present at appropriate times (or better yet, inappropriate times). With that in mind, we headed to the fabric store. Unfortunately we were all distracted by cool patterns. I started making this shirt, but once I hit the complex collar and was reduced to a snivilling pool of lameness, Mom stepped in, pushed me aside, "stole my hammer", and saved me. You have to look really close to see the awesomeness of the tiny symbols.
Close-up of collar area: Whole shirt:

OH.MY.GOD.
ReplyDeletei would almost rather go swimming in camel poop than be near that shirt. almost.
but i would rather see uncle Ray in a speedo than see you in that shirt.
when i see you next, if you are wearing either of those articles of clothing, i will personally hire a professional wrestler to rip your head off. And i will smile while he is doing it.
by the way, i am talking to any member of the Hattenburg family, this threat does not only apply to Carl.
ReplyDeleteSounds... interesting.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, the music shirt is uber-cool. I really intended to make a shirt just to annoy you, but this fabric was too awesome.
ReplyDeleteNEXT SHIRT HOWEVER.....