The caped swimsuit is hanging with its patterns in the now deserted studio. And I am sitting at a computer, bleary eyed, longing for coffee, and wondering why I still care about this swimsuit enough to write about it!
Two final changes were made:
To keep the cape up, hanging on for dear life on the edges of shoulders, short pieces of thin roulet – I am assuming spelling here, or really, guessing it – were strung from cape to neck line. Highlighting the elegance of the shoulder bones, this essential edition (for fit) adds a strength and balance to the aesthetic that was missing before. Blessing is disguise, i think so.
The other; handstitching the top wings to the base cape to ensure coordinated movement and view of the low dipping back of the body of the swimsuit.
I love handstiching; I feel both medieval and like a couture master. Neither of these thing in any way, at least my garment was more of a success than I anticipated.