Let me tell you a story about the teal linen that grew up and became a Zinnia: this linen was born in LA and had hopes of being made into something beautiful. One August day, I walked into the linen shop and forked over 20 bucks, and the linen was mine. The linen got scrunched in the trunk of my old Buick with all my other fabric and camping crap and rode all the way to its new home in South Carolina. There it sat patiently, waiting for the day that my sharp Ginghers would cut it into a flowy dirndl.
Well, illness came and went and then I got a job and worked full-time and didn’t feel like sewing much. Until one autumn day, I pulled the linen out of my stash and decided this would be the month that I made a Zinnia. I cut and sewed and pressed until the the linen started to take shape. I held it up to my waist to check the fit, and what do you know, the skirt was too small! I was shocked! I had measured twice, so how come it was too small? But a few days later, I found out there was a little fishy growing inside me, so the linen got tossed in the UFO pile.
Eighteen months passed and I brought out the skirt again, but this time it fit! I cut and sewed and pressed a little more and garnished the linen with a button until it became a beautiful Zinnia.
—and I’m soooo glad that I finally get to wear it!
I wear summer stuff year round in sub-tropical Charleston, so even though it’s technically winter here, I’m sure my Zinnia will fit right in. I searched and searched for the perfect pattern to pair with this chambray-esque linen. I love Zinnia’s perfectly proportioned pleats.