The last time I posted a bit of self-sewing, the post was all happiness and delight and ‘this is the best dress ever!’-ness.
This post isn’t going to be like that.
Today’s dress is not really bad… It’s just…definitely not my favourite thing I’ve ever made for myself.
It started like this: a friend and sewing student had a dress she loved, but that wasn’t quite right, and she wanted to make a dress inspired by it, but perfect. So I helped her to draft a pattern that took all the good stuff, and changed all the not-good stuff. And she’s been making versions of this dress right and left, and they look AMAZING on her.
I tried on one of her versions, and well, it looked pretty good on me too. So, with her permission, I made myself a version out of an orchid purple peony patterned silk that I got for $5 per meter (!) in a Fabric Warehouse sale.
The fabric is amazing, but as this dress? Well…I just don’t think it’s amazing.
I mean, it looks great if I do this:
But realistically, I’m not going to spend my life carefully contorting my body into the three weirdly twisted angles at which a dress looks good at me (Bust forward! Waist back! Shoulders twisted! Arms out! Knee cocked!). Blow that for a lark…
It’s OK. It’s not terrible, and I had fun making it, and it is a beautiful dress. And I knew going into it that purple just isn’t my colour. Maybe the friend who originated it wants it?
Alright. Whinging aside! Fun stuff!
The photoshoot is another hardware-store special. I’m actually really enjoying exploring anything photograph-interesting in the surrounds of the hardware store, and it does mean you are getting a more diverse background than my usual “Ooooh! Historical stuff! Flowers! Ocean!” photoshoot themes. This time we found cricket batting cages, a car-yard, and an alley with a white brick wall.
One thing I know is that you should never underestimate the photographic potential of a white wall!
Especially when, in addition to the wall, you find a motto:
live at home
Just hanging around in the alley. Simple words on a laminated piece of paper.
I like it.
It’s a phrase that we usually use quite dismissively. “Oh, he lives at home with his parents.” “Her? She so unadventurous. Such a live at home.”
Really though, it could be quite profound. Shouldn’t you actually live at home? Make where you live your home? Why should adventured only happen out in the wide world? Shouldn’t we actually turn the space where we spend most of our time into a place to truly live, and decide to truly live where we spend most of our time? Three words on a laminated bit of paper and suddenly I was thinking about it.
Mr D did not approve of my gutter philosophising. He was appalled enough that I picked up the paper (germ-phobe), thought it was ridiculously silly, and not at all inclined to take a photo of me with it.
We had a little jokey tussle for power over it, standing in the alley, with him photographing everything but the slip, and me refusing to pose without it. Then I pointed out that his goal was to get the photoshoot over as soon as possible, and I wasn’t going to put the paper down until I had a proper photo with it, so he might as well just take the darn picture. Which he did.
Then he took a picture of me doing the “Haha! I won!” Tongue-stick-out.
Because we have a relationship built on mutual trust and respect and the agreement that we shall be as mature as possible about all the important things and as immature as possible about everything else.
So the dress? Not awesome. The time spent with Mr D & the photoshoot? Awesome. I’ll call it a win.