Clothing Designer

I'm officially hooked on Pinterest! I love finding items that others have cut up and repurposed into better, more likely to wear items. So I decided it was time to take some scissors to some clothes and see what I could make.

I started with solving a problem: Nursing Shirts are super expensive.

This is how I solved this problem.

Tank turned into easy access nursing tank

I started with an Old Navy maternity tank top

I held up a string to see about where I wanted to cut, while wearing it, and marked it with safety pins since I couldn't find the fabric pen. Note to self buy fabric pen.

Safety pins make the cut line

Since these tanks are pretty cheap I decided to sew the elastic on first and cut second. I took some elastic lace off a pair of underwear that I never wore and used that for the top piece.

Elastic Lace above the cut line

Elastic below the cut line

With both pieces sewn on, I cut. On my first try I used too much elastic and had to rip it off and cut it shorter. After it was re-sewn I tried it on.

What the gap looks like

The elastic lace covers the gap and makes the cut smooth. I was still concerned that it might show but after tying it on with my most shear white shirt, it looked great.

Can't even tell!

A little after I finished Charlotte was hungry. After testing it works great, my tummy is covered and I can get to my nursing bra no problem. Success!

Now to convert the rest of my tank tops!

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