Well I set the alarm to try another early start today as yesterday went so well but it was a snooze button fail all round. I think a few early reflective hours before everyone else rises will work better as an occasional thing. Ahem.
Buoyed by yesterdays excellent start I made the dress I’ve been picturing since my mum gave me this fabric;
I had a really clear idea in my head of how I wanted it to look but no clue how to achieve it. All things considered I’m overjoyed how it turned out. I get a lot of satisfaction from tracking my learning curve. I cut a pattern out of paper to try to get the look I wanted. Remembering how flimsy my previous bodice was I doubled up the pieces and I cut a whole circle out of paper and then trimmed it so the skirt had swirl but was level. Mistakes I made this time were; not matching the thread, sloppy seams, not leaving enough allowance for good hems and my usual – rushing at it. Trouble is sewing is never straight forward with a toddler helping.
Was M&D tea time today so the dress was duly trotted out, twirled about in and smeared with jelly.
I love how the bodice came out, a bit 50’s, a bit prom dress. Every time I see the fabric it makes me smile. Earlier on I found her sat on my Dads lap, her skirts spread round her telling him each thing that hungry caterpillar ate.
She is beamingly pleased with it all and even submitted to quite a lot of trying on and pinning very cheerfully. My best BT this evening was when she asked me to read her the dress.
Ta Da! Not sure who’s more pleased; her, mum or me. Secretly I long to wear clothes like this. Who knew I’d be using my daughter as a clothes horse, it seems so unlikely. Zeph is getting cross about all this Ida sewing. I sent him to bed tonight with an instruction to think of what he wants me to make for him. (NOT a frock coat Z – I mean it…)