A while back, I bought this nice thin, drapey wool blend fabric at the 1 euro/meter store. I love that place. Don’t know how much yardage to buy? Get 4! I pulled it out, fully intending to make Christmas dresses for my daughters, but after feeling the loveliness of that fabric, I said forget you guys, I’m making something for ME!
Luckily I had the perfect pattern on hand for a nice autumn wool dress, Simplicity 2579:
I made the short, sleeveless “Day” version as-is with no variations. It was pretty simple, as patterns go. And to make this project even quicker, I just cut out my size from the pattern paper. I figured the pattern was only $1 on sale, and when am I ever going to make another size, or even another dress from the same pattern? I’ll trace patterns for kids since they change a lot, but I’m not wasting my time on that for me. It saved a buttload of time and I’m glad I did it.
But, per usual, it ended up being way too big. Luckily, I anticipated this problem given my many many MANY frustrations with patterns in the past, and didn’t pre-wash my fabric. The wool content was enough to shrink this puppy down to the perfect size. Now it fits like it’s tailor made!
Plus it makes me look like I have boobs. Well, the boobs of a 14 yr old girl rather than an 8 yr old boy, at least. I’ll take it.
I wore it to a lady’s tea luncheon hosted by the Ambassador’s wife in their fancy house with their fancy china and felt very very fancy. And I remembered to keep my knees together the whole time.
Now I just need Susan to come back and be my photographer again so she can roll her eyes and say, “Adrianna, you look like an idiot. Stop posing like that. Stick your leg out. Tilt your knee 13 degrees east. I need more negative space between your arm and body. Your shirt is bunching up in the back. Chin down a bit. Eyes over my right shoulder.”
If that sounds annoying, well, it is. But it produces much better pictures than the ones you just witnessed. Thank you in advance for not making snarky comments about my modeling abilities, or lack thereof.