At least that's what I've been told.
Unfortunately I never set foot outside the apartment (except for Wilbur's early morning pee) until this evening when I finally unchained myself from the sewing machine.
This is because I'm the queen of procrastinators and even though I hate being that way, I think I'm going to have to resign myself to it.
Hemming this bias cut dress was very time consuming. I hand basted around the entire bottom edge (to hold it in place) and then pressed it.
I measured an inch up on the turned under hem, and added another row of basting. This was on the turned under part only! Not on the actual dress.
The second line of basting was added so the hem could be eased before hemming.
After easing the hem I applied some iron on hem tape at the very edge of the turned up hem. My mother wasn't sure if she approved of 'iron on' hem tape but I assured her it would be on the hem allowance only!
I then sewed the hem in place by hand.
You can see the border print showing in the bottom corner here. Since this dress was cut on the bias, one lower corner ended up with this darker print.
That's why I added the border print to the opposite side of the dress on the bodice in the photo above this one.
I have no idea if this makes sense but I like the asymmetrical look to it.
When I finished hemming the dress, I dug out a jacket pattern (I can't remember which one it is and I'm too tired right now to look) and made this.
Just in case it's chilly next weekend I'll at least have my arms covered.
We leave for Europe Wednesday morning.
I still have to pack.
I don't even know if I have shoes for some of my outfits!
Vet Tech Girl is going to watch Wilbur for us and I have to grind up a two week batch of chicken meat, bones, livers, and egg shells.
I just realized I have nothing to read on this trip so I have to hit the library.
My silk cocktail dress is missing a lining and needs to be hemmed.
I have no one to blame but myself!
Hans thought it was Wilbur's bedding, but I just washed it, so I think the stink is Wilbur.
He smells like an anchovy!
I kid you not! What's that all about?
Smelly or not, at least he looks debonair.