So, I’ve had Doris Day in my head a lot these past couple of days. She is The Almighty after all, so to have a Doris Day song in your head is akin to singing a hymn. But I digress. I’ve been singing Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered for a good week now. That and Quiet Heart by my darling Go-Betweens. But Doris. I am feeling a little Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered.
Wanna know why?
Well, I’ll tell you.
Ta da! The Beautiful Dress. Sigh.
Don’t you want her? Double sigh.
I spent some serious time and cash last week in Jack Textiles on Illawarra Road and I bought 4 metres of the most divine fire engine sheer red silk with red satin polka dots the size of 20 cent pieces on it.
It’s not the best photo, and it’s come up more tomato red than fire engine, but isn’t that to die for?
So tomorrow, which is the last day of my Christmas Holidays, I am going to be resizing the pattern, then cutting and basting a muslin of The Beautiful Dress. I have had my nose in this book for the last 24 hours, and I’m contemplating coming over all couture on you.
I have been reading about hand sewn seams and french tacks and backing and I think I’m going to make The Beautiful Dress with as many couture techniques as I have time for. I’m considering silk organza backing for the bodice, and perhaps some boning in the side. It’s got some structure in it, and I’d hate to lose the grace of the neckline. I’m going to make my first ever waist stay and I’m also considering a hand stitched zip – I have a vague recollection Gertie pulled a handstitched zip off successfully. There’s also the most fabulous technique for facing armholes, but I don’t think I’ve got the time nor the expertise to pull them off. Because I only have a week and one day to turn this dress around.