Are we still Cool?

Once upon a time, there was a posse of girls legendary for their Coolness. They walked around like they were starring in a music video, whispers of 'Where did she get those clothes?!' in their wake. They smirked to themselves, they exchanged knowing glances with other Cool Girls. For they made these clothes themselves, based on their very own measurements. Time passed, everyone languished in their static level of Cool. But then they started to wonder, 'WTF, Amanda? Weren't we supposed to work our way through the book?'


I made this pictorial representation of The Cool Girl Sewalong resurrecting like a phoenix from the flames. Feel free to print it out and bring it along to your tattoo artist. You're welcome. So, who's game? With the skirts under our belt and the t-shirts chalked down to experience, there are two distinct paths in front of us.

Option one: The Basic Blouse.


Those of us busty girls will need to add some shaping beyond the side seams (i.e. darts, gathers, princess seams) but with strength in numbers it could actually be a very educational experience. Or a complete freaking shower of sh*te that makes us cry tears of blood, commit hari-kari and smash our sewing machines with an axe.

Option two: The basic trousers


I understand that some people are intimidated (and quite possibly squicked out) by trousers with all their rises and front crotch this and back crotch that.

I vote for the trousers, but being a munificent and magnanimous leader I'll go with the blouse if out-voted. Who wants to play?