"Son of Jumpsuit" + My Wicked RTW Confession

Look what arrived in the mail today, readers!

It wasn't a surprise inasmuch as I'd purchased it on Etsy earlier in the week.  I should have mentioned it.

Now of course, this pattern, McCalls 5119 from 1976, isn't a jumpsuit.  But this matching shirt and pants ensemble (with special embroidery detail), which looks like something Donny Osmond wore on a Bob Hope Christmas Special, is so close to a jumpsuit, I call it "Son of Jumpsuit."





I confess that I bought it mainly for the pants.  I mean, you don't see pants like THAT every day.  And the shirt's pretty groovy too.





I actually think this would be cuter turned into a jumpsuit, don't you? (Maybe with a cape added on?)



In other news, while I pride myself on making everything I wear, every once in a while I slip.

Has this every happened to you?  You walk into a fast-fashion store -- in my case, H&M -- and you look at all the colorful, trendy clothes and the cheap prices and you think to yourself: Jeez, for $10 I could buy these shorts that would take me two days to make myself!  It's very tempting.

I stumbled into an H&M last week to kill some time between downpours and on the sales rack I spotted a very cute tank top from the David Beckham collection marked down from $14.95 to just $5. It was my size and I could actually use a tank top as I wear them a lot in the summer.  Plus, David Beckham.  So I bought it.







It's a 90% cotton/10% rayon blend, and I must say it's very well made.  This is the kind of garment I can never quite pull off at home: I can't find the right weight knit, the shoulder bindings end up too bulky, the seam finishes don't look as professional, etc.  And how long do I want to spend sewing a knit tank top?  I know it was made in Bangladesh under who-knows-what conditions and that I should have passed it by, but there you go: I'm fallible.









(WHAT is with these four layers of labels?)



Circling back to jumpsuits for a moment, I swung by the flea market this morning and saw this.  It even had my name on it.  But I resisted.



I also got to hang out with MPB reader Ben, who was visiting New York City on business this week.  On my recommendation, Ben picked up a bag of mother-of-pearl buttons.







And that's it.  Today I must finish my mother's robe as she's coming over tomorrow and it happens to be her birthday.  I can't put it off any longer.

Do you have an RTW confession to get off your chest?

Go for it!