My husband also doesn't ever ask for very much for himself either, so when he does then I pay attention because I know it is because he really really wants it.
He had a favourite RTW Tshirt hoodie thing, and he wanted one to replace it. The new one had to be as close to the old one as humanly possible, please. The old one was thin and brittle from washing and all stretched out and sad, and had some stains on it since as it was truly his favourite favourite Tshirt of all time, he has worn it for everything, including the day he applied wood stain to a set of jarrah chairs. Woops! And there were holes too.
Finding the perfect fabric for Craig's Tshirt has become something of a quest over the past few months. Seriously, I have searched and searched, and so has he. In the meantime the old Tshirt got even more truly horrible....
When we were in Europe and visiting the occasional fabric store together, I set him the task of finding fabric for his shirt. Have you ever asked a non-sewing person to choose a fabric for some garment? It is at these times that one starts to realise that one has actually learnt some fundamentally important things after years of sewing after all... like that a knit is a knit and that a woven is not going to ever do the job of a knit, no matter how gorgeous it is. He had a thing for the lovely pin-striped linens in Milan and kept choosing these as the fabric for his new Tshirt. I explained the difference, and sent him back off to look for cotton jersey knits. He would come back, triumphantly bearing another bolt of pin-striped linen. Sigh.
I think we had both started to wonder if I would ever make the Tshirt, when I spotted it. In Spotlight, of all places. The perfect fabric. Really nice quality cotton jersey, in a nice manly pinstripe, in nice manly shades of charcoal and black. Sheer unadulterated perfection! I couldn't believe my luck and I reacted like a frog's tongue to a passing fly... pow! the fabric was snatched up and clutched in a death grip to my chest and I rushed straight over to the cutting counter (maniacal witch-cackle mentally sounding in my head)
I drafted a pattern by laying down the old Tshirt and drawing around it.
It does have a pretty cool hood actually... I was intrigued when I inspected it closely and pretty excited to see it drawn out flat. The hoodie has three pieces; the conventional two "hoodie" pieces cut somewhat shallower than normal, and another self-faced front piece shaped like the letter "U", that becomes a sort of casing/collar on the front. I really like this feature, and will probably use it over again. There are two little holes in it for the drawstring, and I finished the edges of each hole with miniature blanket stitches, having newly re-discovered my latent embroidery skills, hehe :)
The self fabric spaghetti drawstring is a long strip of fabric; I folded the two long sides in evenly as I was going along, guiding it through the machine on zig-zag stitch. The fabric wanted to curl in on itself anyway.
There is a kangaroo pocket on the front, and a deep "Metalicus" band around the lower edge. The sleeve hems are finished with my twin needle. I stabilised the shoulder seams with strips of Seams Great (thank you velosewer!) and double stitched the neckline seam down to the back for stability and to lessen the chances of the back neckline stretching out.
Now the favourite old Tshirt looks tired and bagged-out and kinda disgusting compared to the svelte new one in nice new firm fabric!
the clone and the clone-eeHe is very happy with the new shirt, therefore I am very happy too!