{"id":1239,"date":"2010-01-16T16:31:42","date_gmt":"2010-01-16T22:31:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=1239"},"modified":"2010-01-16T16:31:42","modified_gmt":"2010-01-16T22:31:42","slug":"retro-mod","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2010\/20100116-1239.htm","title":{"rendered":"Retro Mod"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Since my earliest childhood, black has played an integral role in my wardrobe identity&#8211;or so I&#8217;m told.  My mom tells me she used to always want to put me into pastels, and I&#8217;d gravitate instead to deep, dark, or bright colors&#8211;even the dreaded black.  Mom tells the story now as a testimony to the &#8220;Color Me Beautiful&#8221; seasonality approach to colors.  I&#8217;m a winter, there&#8217;s no doubt about it&#8211;and even as a child, I knew what I looked best in.<\/p>\n<p>Black is the base color in my wardrobe.  I own no less than 6 black dresses, 1 black suit, and 5 pairs each of black slacks and black skirts.  And that&#8217;s not counting the outfits in which black plays a role but is not the primary color.<\/p>\n<p>So it&#8217;s not as though I need another black dress&#8211;another black anything, for that matter.<\/p>\n<p>But I couldn&#8217;t resist the lure of the black dress that has been sitting at the bottom of my mending basket since my grandma passed it down to me years ago (maybe 6 or 10 years back?)<\/p>\n<p>It was a simple dress, a mid-calf a-line style with short sleeves.  It fit me well enough, except for the sleeves, which constrained my movement too much.  I&#8217;d torn the sleeve off the last time I tried the dress on, and the dress had been in my mending basket since.  I planned to take off both sleeves and simply finish off the armholes for a sleeveless dress.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, I acquired black dresses by droves, including a mid-calf a-line style dress with short sleeves, which made the dress in my mending basket superfluous.<\/p>\n<p>But it fit so well, and I liked the style, and it used to belong to my (now-deceased) grandma.  My frugal and romantic and black-dress-loving nature rebelled against giving the dress up.<\/p>\n<p>So I tried it on and developed a plan.  I removed the other sleeve and finished both armholes with black bias tape (left over from a quilting project).  I finished the neckline with the same tape for continuity.  I chopped off the bottom half of the skirt and hemmed the rest to just above the knee.  I bought some white rick-rack and sewed it along either side of the center seam.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" alt=\"Retro-Mod Black Dress\" src=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/images\/20100116-1.jpg\" title=\"Retro-Mod Black Dress\" class=\"alignnone\" width=\"250\" height=\"555\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My dilemma solved, I tried on my new-from-old black dress.  Absolutely retro-mod.  I love it!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Since my earliest childhood, black has played an integral role in my wardrobe identity&#8211;or so I&#8217;m told. My mom tells me she used to always want to put me into pastels, and I&#8217;d gravitate instead to deep, dark, or bright colors&#8211;even the dreaded black. Mom tells the story now as a testimony to the &#8220;Color &#8230; <a title=\"Retro Mod\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2010\/20100116-1239.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Retro Mod<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1239"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1239"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1239\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1239"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1239"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1239"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}