This is my favorite of all the smocks I’ve made recently. I admit that it’s largely because it’s mostly black. With stripy details. I should have washed my cotton gauze before sewing this because when I washed it the black bled into the seersucker a little bit. It’s not that I don’t know about pre-washing, it’s that I’m insanely lazy and the one piece of housework I loathe with every fiber of my being is laundry. I hate it. I avoid it. Here’s the other thing – I love ironing seams and hems flat but I don’t like ironing yardage because it’s unwieldy.
Love the pockets. However, last night I ripped the damn pocket which got caught on a door knob. I destroyed the first shirt by catching its pockets on a door knob too. I mended it but it will never be the same. So these big pockets are a design flaw. What sucks is that I really love them – perfect size for shoving my hands into and for putting tissues and lip balm in when taking walks. On future smock-shirty-things I need to consider either putting the pockets on the side seams or putting them inside. The other option is to put a button and button-hole on the pocket to keep it closed. But then I can’t just shove my hands into them without fussing with buttons first. There’s nothing insouciant about that.