Skirt lemonade

One of my favorite older black skirts died yesterday, ripping where the fabric had gotten incredibly thin. I hadn't realized just how worn out it had gotten. It's a cool fabric, a black-on-black little pattern in the weave. The orker who is incredibly fabric-knowledgeable suggested I throw it away, but I decided that this might just be the impetus to make something.

Amazingly, rather than toss it on the ever-growing pile of things that had been my clothes until they wore out (ie, another project for "someday"), I actually did something with (part of) the skirt last night. [Am I particularly hard on clothes? Why do some things last forever and other things just give up the ghost? (I don't include T-shirts in this, either.)]
( my sewing adventure )