Their response to my gleeful “Happy New Year!” was a just-as-gleeful, well-meaning and pulsatingly pregnant “This is the year that we’ll come to eat your rice!”
Totally unrelated but perhaps a co-traveller on the same locomotive train faithfully conveying my thoughts, I’ve often wondered about the enigma; Why do long-married couples start to look alike?
Well, after much pondering, I’m convinced that I just might have cracked the code to finding The One that one grows old and withered with. Alas, it’s hardly complicated:
Step 1. Spot a prospective “The One”.
Step 2. Squint and turn one’s head ever so slightly sideways.
Step 3. Find a semblance of one’s face in theirs.
Step 4. Silently murmur “Eureka”.
Step 5. Proceed to mentally pick trendy aso-ebi colour(s).
Now, the small matter of 20:20 vision is another issue entirely. Giving kind consideration to those with less than perfect vision, whatever might be one’s preferred metaphor for ‘glasses’ would be required for the effective execution of Step 3. For some, it’s a dash of Hennessy in their Coke. For some, it’s the proverbial butterflies fluttering in their toned or not-so-toned mid-section.
It’s rather imperative that I mention that the Men-folk might have considerable challenges with this searching-for-my-face-in-yours business, what with all the baking/highlighting/contouring high tech innovation in make-up application.
However, Males, I urge you to not be deterred, a polite but determined “‘Ello bae, do you mind going barefaced for a moment?” might be necessary, except you possess laser vision capable of penetrating layers of creams and neon-hued talc. Also, I suspect a sensual baritone might help make this request less offensive.
My somewhat scientific theory backing this facial morphing phenomenon is the aptly named “The DNA Mirror” – genetic bits deposited like travel souvenirs during coitus. This sounds plausible, you see. A cellular mix-mash. Chromosome smoothie. Exchanges of micro portions of Self.
Well, they say little drops of water make a mighty ocean, perhaps likewise, little splashes of genetic paint will eventually produce a self-portrait.
Anyway, the way I see it, fabric print-blocking somehow aligns with all of this; the union of fabrics with different “backgrounds” but with a resemblance buried within their similar patterns. I sewed tailored drawstring trousers and a blouse, using a light crepe fabric with a geometric print in playful bubble-gum colours.
I modified my basic trouser sloper by ignoring the waist darts and adding fullness (done either with a slash and spread from waist to mid-thigh or by adding ease at the side seams) till the final width became my 150% of actual waist. The fullness would later be contained with gently elasticated gathers and drawstrings.
Attached a separate waist band 1. 3/4 inch high, which doubled as the tunnel for the elastic band. A half-inch black velvet ribbon was inserted as drawstring cords and the exit holes were stitched used the button hole setting.
I added inserted seam pockets because pockets are always a good idea, besides there’s something quite chic about the hand-in-pocket pose.
A fuchsia silk was used for the pocket lining, which was then under-stitched at the outer seam.
I modified my basic bodice sloper into a blouse by adding a 3/4 inch ease at the side seams, lowering the armholes by 3/4 inch, extending the Shoulder Point (SP) down by a half inch and also extending the length from the Neck Point (NP) to 26 inches. The bust dart was distributed evenly between the armscye and the waist line, but no darts were stitched.
The blouse neckline was finished with bias facing while the CB seam was finished by trimming the sewing allowance to the zipper width, and then attaching both using the zig-zag stitch edge-wrapping technique.
And just in case you missed it, they say pink is for girls and blue is for boys. Yes, I clothed myself in my own musings…