I had one day to borrow my dad’s camera, and somehow that day was not much of a picture-taking day for me. Thus, some very bad photographs of otherwise awesome new clothing. Here is the new dress I slaved over for an evening…
WordPress is playing its ‘unable to save image’ thing, so for the time being, it must stay on its side. When I put this dress on I feel taller, slenderer and as though I could be wearing some 1970s vomit. Until I look closer and say ‘oh! but it’s a 1950s inspired quilt fabric!’.
I drafted (draughted?) the pattern from a tunic I found in an opshop and altered too small in the bust. Out came the measuring tape, the ruler, and large posters from Te Papa which also happen to make nice pattern paper. The collar doesn’t quite work, and I may end up pulling it out, but in all other respects I feel as though I finally have a dress pattern! Woop!
This photo perhaps also illustrates how difficult it is to take a photo in my room – the area with the mirrors is dark as anything, while the background, with its millions of skylights, is thoroughly washed out. You’d think I wouldn’t have the nerve to complain about the skylights when I live in a valley where they are the only source of sunshine for most of the year, but ha! I can complain! And often! You cannot sleep during the day while face to face with the sky, nor can you sleep in or take decent photos of your baby. Then, in summer, you cannot move for banging your head on the corner of an open one. I’m telling you: dormer windows, yes; skylights, no.
This next photo was supposed to be about the pattern of the fabric, but turned into a Rata show-stealing affair. I like it when she does that (takes the pressure off).
But see that milky-white skin? The second we leave the wardrobe area, here comes the glaring light (even on a dull grey day). So, that is my poor, uninspired attempt at documenting my new dress, which really deserves better. Still, it is a summer dress, and there will be plenty of opportunities (I hope) to document it in fabulous situations, conveniently seated next to the jug of Pimms.
And now to the rompers! (hooray, another photo on its side! I really am cursed…)
This is the same pattern as Lucy’s turquoise beauties, and sadly they will not fit for long. Rata, although too small for their width, is already the right length. Add to that the sadness of the only domes I had available, ones that pop as soon as she bends over, I fear these rompers will not get their day in the sun. Unless I sell them at Organic Baby in Petone. Better to do that than let them trick me into having another child. NO! I will not let them!
I altered the pattern to leave a bit more room around the neck (it seemed too small on Lucy’s, although it doesn’t look it when she’s wearing them). I also changed the front so it could accommodate buttons instead of a zip. I should have finished them the week I started, instead of losing interest and procrastinating: that’s three extra weeks she could have looked cute in them.
I’m quite excited by these rompers, actually. Rather than that kooky mid-20th century look for clothes that my scrap heap has been dictating, these have a bit of a Victorian feel, mixed with a Wild West showgirl (I think – it’s the braiding that does it for me, anyway). And it makes me think I could possibly, if I ever get enough hours in the day, make bebe clothes without stomping on the territory of people who have already nailed that kooky mid-century look. But the experience has also taught me that if I do make clothes for other people, I’m going to get other people to sew them for me. Seriously. I am so over stitching at the moment. Huh, can you tell?