I see now that I should have picked a background colour that better suited the turquoise corduroy, but oh well. Here is a dress for Miss Rata-pie, all 68cm of her, crawling around the dirty floor, dragging her knees into a filthy black state that never shall wash out. I made this dress for Wilhe’s birthday party (more on Wilhe tomorrow).
I was so happy to find that polka dot lining buried and semi forgotten in my stash. You may be thinking to yourself (if you are a devoted fan of the spot) ‘How could you hide that fabric in the lining – it deserves to be the outer!’ Well, my friend, that fabric, though severely cute, is pure sewing evil. It is thin, slippery cotton which pulls this way and that, refusing to conform its grain to a straight line. It frays like the devil and crumples at the slightest insult. As a lining, it is still a bitch to work with, but at least its twisted ways are less noticeable. It’s a great shame, because if it would JUST SIT STILL FOR FIVE MINUTES, it would make the cutest sun dress known to man, with a floaty skirt cut on the bias and thoroughly unsuited to Wellington weather. It came from my mum’s stockpile of fabric. I coveted it for many years before finally getting my clean hands on it when I proved my sewing prowess. But all those years eyeing it up came to nothing but heartache.
The corduroy/wool combination was used to great effect on Lucy’s Rompers and I was surprised to find I had another of those green and white buttons for the pocket! The dress is the same traced around copy as the Blue Velvet number, which is currently getting a lot of wear and has recovered from the incident involving the eating of the nappy balm (coconut, sesame and olive oils, beeswax, zinc oxide and horopito extract, nom nom nom). I have one more dress of this kind to make, already cut out and MORE polka dots, and then it will be on to bigger (yes) and better (different) things. Those things shall be revealed after Wilhe’s birthday present is gifted tomorrow, but that post has been itching to get out of my drafts folder. Oh, my finest hour so far.