One of the other things I want to do more regularly is talk about my sewing. In fact, I want to sew more. The idea in my head is that once a week there's an outfit post, a sewing post, and a house post and then once a month an essay on style. We'll see how well that goes, as you all should know by now I'm nothing if not fickle in my affections! I had hoped to be posting about a finished garment today, but I think an excess of stupidity got in the way.
My Sorbetto Surprise is on hold for the moment, I still can't get the collar quite right so I'm taking a break before it breaks me. In the meantime, I saw the below picture of Ale's Orla Kiely dress posted on her blog and fell in love (and, of course, pinned it to pinterest).
source | Rosaspina Vintage
I immediately scoured my pattern stash for anything that could work and found Simplicity 7773, a 60's A-Line dress with back darts for shaping. I then scored myself some burnt orange corduroy from eBay and was ready to go ... it should probably be noted that the pattern did not specify that corduroy could be used for this garment. It may explain a lot.
This dress has taken me a while to get through, I constructed the dress part quite quickly, trying it on repeatedly to ensure it was fitting. The button placket almost killed me, I had to cut it three times (as I was shortening it and kept making mistakes) and I've ripped it out twice. It's still not right. Unhelped by my decision to be incredibly lazy and use poppers instead of sewing button holes. Bad choice. The corduroy's too thick for the poppers to successfully join, of the two on the dress only one has both parts. Neither actually works.
I finally got around to adding the sleeves. Again, I couldn't face the fiddling of trying to set in the sleeves properly, unhelped by the stretch of the corduroy, so I pleated along the top.
All together, it looked like it would be quite a good dress. Miriam certainly rocks it.
Me, unfortunately, not so much. The colour's pretty good on me. As with jewel tones, bolder colours seem to suit my colouring quite well.
But for those looking carefully, you'll perhaps notice that it's too big. The sleeve seam is falling off my shoulder, a sure sign I got the size wrong. Although, I'm unsure if this is simply because it's not done up or if it is actually too big. When I was trying on the dress, sans sleeves, the bodice seemed to fit properly. And why yes, those are my new glasses*.
The dress appears to be electrically charged and keeps sticking to me. This may be a symptom of my tights or it just may be a new quirk of mine I've not noticed before. And it's very loud. A strange complaint for a dress you might think, but I like to be able to move quietly (and it's one of the reasons I don't wear jewellery too). Yes, I'm weird.
In all it's awful glory. I'm unsure if this can be rescued or not. What do you think?
* One of two pairs my Mum bought me for Christmas, this pair are the ones my Step Dad refers to as 1950's news reader