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Winter Jacket

I need a winter coat. I have been talking about a winter jacket for a while and Last night during Project Runway I laid out my pattern for my coat.


I chose this pattern because 1. it is easy and 2 the adjustment that needed to be made would be easy.

This is what I did; to the jacket front and jacket back pattern pieces
I added 1 inch to the bust line; 1.5 inches to the waistline;2.25 inches to the hip; finally 7 inches to the jacket length.

Then I added 1 inch to the sleeve width. Add 3 inches to the sleeve length.

If I need to make any additional adjustments as I go along I will just notate them in my project notebook. I have some other wool fabric that need to be used so this jacket pattern will work for those projects as well. Once this is completed I hope I love this jacket so I can make plenty more.

The fabric is chocolate brown.


The texture is like crepe fabric and it does feel pretty good for a coat. This is a wool Crepe fabric but I will have to put lining in it.

Since the pattern has a yoke at the top my lining will be the pattern pieces for the front and back without the yoke. I will quilt the lining with batting for baby's quilt. I know it is machine washable batting but I believe it will dry clean well. I am still determining if the sleeves will be lined or not. I am pretty sure that they will be.

Tonight I will be fusing the interfacing on the yoke and collar and facings.
Tomorrow I will be quilting the lining
Sunday I sew the yoke and collar and possibly work some the of the main construction of the front and back.
Monday I will post a new entry.

Have a great weekend and Be creative every day.

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