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I recently purchased Drape Drape 3 by Hisako Sato from Amazon. This book has 15 gorgeous draped patterns. On the cover is the Four piece bubble batwing top and it is exactly that. Four pieces. For those of us who sew, four pieces is a mere bagatelle – so easy.

I bought the book because of this shirt


and I can see this in every fabric imaginable. I tend to make shirts and tops from a pattern I like and then vary the fabric. I can usually tolerate making two or three from the same pattern before I move on to another pattern or butcher the hell out of the pattern to make it look different. I have this fabric waiting for this shirt

Whew this is cute


This is super sheer so I will need to line it or double it or wear a camp. I don’t like the look of a white cami under a sheer white shirt so I think I’ll go with a nude or a beige. Not sure. The fabric is so much prettier in real life. The embroidery truly is multi-color. This is from Gorgeous Fabrics and Ann is having a sale this weekend – a big 20% off –

There are other patterns in the Drape Drape series (there’s Drape Drape and Drape Drape 2) I want to try – here’s a few

I appreciate that some, if not most, of the patterns are for woven fabric. I usually sew knits as I am making tee shirts or tops or whatever. Working with wovens allows me to branch out a bit. Knits are so comfortable and wearing them exclusively means that a woven shirt better fit right or I won’t want to wear it.

To build a wardrobe or sew pieces – the subject of my next post! TaTa



Author: Jennifer

I came from a family who made things. My father was a carpenter with a passion for making furniture. My mother sewed, crocheted, cooked and made a home on a shoestring. My grandmothers both quilted. As a teenager, I found batik through a wonderful art teacher who allowed me the freedom to batik yards of fabric. I then cut them up into a pattern and wore the item I made. I was ecstatic. I painted in my teens and twenties and my parents gracefully supplied me with oil paints and turpentine. When I needed an easel, my father took me to the shop where he worked and made me one. When he found unused and unwanted canvas, he brought it home and stretched it for me with wood from his shop at home. I was indulged at every step of the way. I wasn't ever told that I could not do something or that I should not do something. I was given freedom to chose my path in life. A blessed life I have lived, for sure.

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