If I cark it tomorrow, I’ll be happy knowing that my greatest contribution to the world of sewing was the Bifurcated Slip. Especially this one, which is louder, longer and more scandalous when it shows than any of my others.
If you wear a frock and you cycle, you NEED a bifurcated slip. They also help keep you toasty warm in winter. The hot pink silk twill this one’s made from was a bargain from a Sydney Rd fabric shop a while back, and the length is just past my knees! But my poor machine did not enjoy sewing the twill. Two layers: not happy, but bearable. Three layers: pushing it, lady. Four: tell her she’s dreaming. So to get the deluxe French seams to sit flat, I had to do topstitching by hand. And while I was at it, I hemmed and bound the waist by hand. Boooooring. But a bit lovely now that it’s all done.
Melbourne is grey and dreary these days and a flash of fuschia as I pedal past bolsters spirits, methinks.
Make it 'til you fake it 
Was in Melbourne this weekend – If I’d seen this post I’d have been looking out for a flash of pink silk around Brunswick.
I love my ‘bifurcated slip’ tho’ it is not nearly as classy as yours. I forgot to put it on this morning and I felt positively naked. So fully have I adopted it, I wear it even when I am not on my bike. I need to make one or two classier one. Thank you for the inspiration.
You are inspiring. I never thought about a ‘bifurcated slip’. But then I’m just from Sydney.