Town Council Funeral Skirt

So, the day before the funeral my mother asks what I'm wearing. And then she reminds me that, now that I'm on town council, I need to dress "professionally" for some events. Uh ... I don't know. Joe is wearing his "dress blues," which is the equivalent of the military's tuxedo and I'm wearing .... Ohmygoodness! What am I going to wear?!? You would think after a decade or so of only wearing black, that I'd have a bunch of black in my wardrobe. But I don't. I still have the skirts I wore to Kristen's funeral, but they are seven years old and I was two-weeks postpartum then. And I have a black pencil skirt, but that just didn't seem right to me.

So what's a girl to do? Well, whip up a black skirt as quickly as possible.

I gave the fitted A-line skirt another go. And, again, it was too large. But it just had to do. I used some velvety soft black, no-wale corduroy that I had bought to make a Halloween dress for Spenser. I had exactly enough for the skirt.

I've been finding creative enjoyment out of fun facings. It's a little bit of my personality coming out and only I know about it. And, well, now all of you, too.

(I also wore a gray ruffle shirt that I made a few weeks back. I can't remember if I blogged it then. I don't think I did, but it's similar to the mod green shirt. And I wear it all the time.)

Edited to add: labels are from here.