Saturday, August 27, 2011
Not for the faint of heart
I'm not going to call BWOF 9/11 #132 a wadder, and it really isn't the silk twill potato sack I feared it would be, but I think that I'm going to cut my losses before it becomes either, and reserve what's left of this beautiful fabric for some other project.
The back of the dress doesn't look too bad, and the front doesn't either, but I made one mistake that I've made before - I love dresses with that nice straight line above the bust, and I have too much bust beneath that nice straight line for it to look, well, . . . nice.
But on me, not so much. The drape just wouldn't drape properly - it centered itself over one boob and stubbornly refused to drape the way it did on the form.
Anybody ever see that Julie Andrews movie called Thoroughly Modern Millie? This dress reminds me of the scene early in the movie when her strand of pearls kept locating itself over one or the other, until she finally went out and got the 1920s version of shapewear and flattened herself out.
Despite having absolutely the worst Burda instructions I've ever encountered, they were right about one thing - this is definitely a dress that would look better on a taller woman. A taller, thinner woman. A taller, thinner woman with smaller boobs.
I couldn't bear to get Mario involved in taking photos of this dress. He thinks I walk on water, or at least sew that way. Some projects don't need witnesses.