When I asked the family when they could see me wearing my latest handmade dress, there seemed to be a consensus. On the whole. Not shopping. Maybe not to work. Not too formal an occasion. To a gallery or theatre trip, perhaps. A restaurant. Especially a fish restaurant. (I love fish) To an event.
Before I start, this post is about a dress. A dress I made. Looking at the photos, you might be forgiven for thinking it is about Blue the Deerhound. It isn’t. It seems that she has recently discovered that she likes having her photo taken. Camera comes out and she is straight there. As splendid as she is, she had absolutely nothing to do with the manufacture of the dress.
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I’ve cut out a new dress today. I fell for the colours. They remind me of summer days in my teens. The turquoise/cyan in particular. I remember my sister making a skirt and top in the same colour, one year.
I bought the fabric with a different dress in mind, but when the moment came to prepare the fabric for cutting, I knew it wouldn’t work. Plan B. A different dress pattern.