Pictured: the 2 Easter dresses my oldest girl childs will wear. Not pictured: the 1.5 dresses I made to decorate the interior of my garbage can.
I had multiple dress disorder this year and just couldn’t decide what I wanted to make. There was this one design that just wouldn’t leave my head and was taking up valuable space that should’ve been used to remember my kids’ names and birthdays. So finally I was all, “YOU WIN, I’ll make you!” And I did. And they bit the big one. I’ll show you them anyway, of course, because I like to keep it real. But not now. This post is only for pretty dresses.
And then I was stalking the crafterhours-source pinterest board, which sounds better when you say “gathering useful online referral data”, and saw a couple pins for my dresden plate skirt way back when. And then I thought, hey, scallops! (this was where my multiple dress disorder turned into dress attention deficit disorder)
So this dress was born.
And I’m proud to report that they were completed not only before Easter, but with full hours to spare before the first Easter egg-hunt event.
Of course, changing your dress design 2 days before Easter weekend means you have to use fabric from your stash. Who wants to do that? We all know that stash fabric is there to look purdy and impress houseguests, whilst new projects require new fabric. It’s like a law of physics or something.
So I used this bold floral print that I’m sure is real Marimekko. I mean, I can’t imagine that they’d ever sell a knock off of a designer item in chinatown. And $3/meter is the approximate going rate for marimekko too, I’d say.
But having nothing to match that oh-so-authentic marimekko(ish) print, I decided just to use something I liked, hence the navy polka dots.
So this is the first Easter my girls haven’t been matchy, and the clashing fabric means I can’t take any cute pictures of them together, like this:
The astute reader may right now be wondering what happened to girl child #3, who does happen to exist. As a 3 month old, she mostly spends her time at church sitting in the carrier covered by a blanket. Until the point that she simultaneously spits up 6 ounces of milk in the consistency of feta cheese and produces a poop so explosive that no diaper created by man can contain it. So you can imagine my excitement and anticipation to make a special outfit for her. Plus, with all the hand-me-downs we have for girl childs in this house, #2 can consider herself lucky to get a new dress. #3 can consider herself lucky to recognize what color her dress was originally under all the stains.