Last night I fitted the lining into Gill’s dress and fell stitched the lot.
I’m apparently mad because I love the hand stitching. I like making the stitches, spacing them evenly, making sure as little shows as possible, and there’s just that idea of luxury. I could have used the method for attaching the lining as per the pattern instructions, but the outside of the garment wouldn’t look anywhere near as swish. Nor the inside.
There are only two things left on this dress – the narrow hems for lining and outer layer, and the final pressing. Then I have to find a nice garment bag and some bubble wrap so I can wrap it to send over to Gill with my father.
I’ve started dreaming about working on it. Which is kind of cute.
In other news, yesterday Mary-Lou and I found her fabric at the Braybrook Spotlight. It’s a taffeta-like silk, red shot with black. I haven’t seen it at the Moorabbin store, so we got it on the spot. It’s rustly, like taffeta, but without the ribs. The texture is smooth with a sheen, it will suit the dress well. Dupion was another option, but it’s often a bit fuzzy, and the slubby texture wasn’t quite right.
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