I don’t know why the Americans call this garment a ‘jumper’. It sounds so juvenile. Besides, jumpers are woolly things you wear on top to stay warm. The Americans call those ‘sweaters’. Are they especially sweaty people? I didn’t think so. Perhaps they are just proud of the human propensity to perspire. After all, dogs can’t do it. Dogs pant to stay cool. Yet, they don’t wear ‘panties’. Which is another American word I loathe.
If you made it through all the non sequiturs, you may be interested to know that my warm and sassy pinny is is made from a stretch pinstripe wool remnant and the same mail-order pattern as the bolero. And it really could have done with a bit of an iron.
I cut out this bolero within about a half-hour of this pattern arriving:
Couple of changes… narrowed the shoulders a little, changed button arrangement (look, I was going to write I that I changed it from single-breasted to double-breasted, but that implied drastic surgery to my personage, which just didn’t happen) and had to hem with bias tape to keep it decent because this sucker is short. The top picture on Headless Esme implies it reaches to waist level, but Esme is a stumpy lass. On me, it’s decidedly empire line and only just covers what it was employed to cover:
I’m liking the concept, though, and have a bunch of other wooly remnants to hack up for other (longer) versions. And I won’t be so lazy… next one I’ll line properly and adjust the darts better. I just wanted to get it done, y’know? I did, however, take the time to shrink out the sleeve cap ease and at the elbow and lordy was that a revelation. Wool is the niftiest stuff. Except for its susceptilbilty to moths.