I originally planned to make it for my grandmother-in-law's 90th birthday party, which changed at the last minute from a fancy dinner to a family barbeque, and somehow I didn't get around to putting on the sleeves, which have dozens of pleats, at the top, bottom, and lining. Every pleat and seam needed to be hand basted due to the slipperiness of sand washed silk charmeuse. (Greenfields, Surrey Hills - the lining is silk habuti from deep stash, possibly Gorgeous Fabrics.
This week, determined to clean up my space, I spent a valuable afternoon off work finishing up the sleeves, and discovered that this dress is mysteriously evocative of a sack of potatoes when tried on by moi ( the zip and hem are not complete at this point)
See how lovely it looks on the twig like model in the magazine?
No? You can't actually see the dress in the magazine! How could I have missed this obvious reflection of the unflattering nature of this frock? Obviously I suffer from delusions.
There is a lot of work in this dress.
(Suzy sent me some silk thread in a giveaway, and I blessed her with every hand basted seam)
I had to be tough, very tough to fix this dress of doom.
Here is the bodice.
Here is my new, utterly luxurious, sand washed silk charmeuse petticoat, with a 4m hem.
I left the zip in, bound the waist with bias binding, then made an internal waistband with Petersham ribbon. I took the waist in by about 8 cm, adding extra pleats at the back, made a rolled hem, then zigzagged lace to the hem.
Now I need a scratchy wool winter dress so that I can fully appreciate my new lingerie.
Whew! Getting rid of that dress and the reminder of how I have wasted that fabric is a great relief.