I had no reason to make this dress, it's really just about the fabric. Here's what happened: I went to the fabric store looking for an ungodly amount of garish polyester for halloween costumes, but amidst all the petroleum based bolts, I discovered this:
A gorgeous pre-stitched one hundred percent cotton bolt of loveliness. It must've really been shouting my name loud, because it was really buried. It took two little Thai women standing on bolts to pull that sucker out. After all that work, I didn't feel like I could just buy a meter. I mean, really, it would just be rude.
Of course, given my immense originality, the first thing I thought when I saw it was: Little Girl Dress!! I actually don't know if I've ever thought of anything besides Little Girl Dress when looking at gorgeous fabric. It's a sickness. At least I have 3 of them to dress.
So, dress it was. It was supposed to be the simplest of simple frocks, but then I was all, "hey, why not use these stripes to their maximum capacity for cuteness?" So I chevroned up the bodice.
And then I was all, "add flutter sleeves!" and, "bubble skirt? Don't mind if I do!"
I'll just throw in an exposed zip AND a loop and button while I'm at it! (ok, that one was really just because my only zipper was too short and I was too lazy to cut apart my bodice to make it a scoop back)
And that's the story of how a simple dress that was only made to showcase this one-of-a-kind fabric got warped in my brain into something waaaay more difficult than it needed to be. Kinda like everything that goes through my brain, really.
Thankfully my daughter is around to remind me of the simpler pleasures in life.
Have any fabrics shouted your name recently?