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The Laurel dress: a photoshoot

What better way to celebrate Halloweek than getting dressed up with friends and taking lots and lots of pictures of each other in gorgeous dresses? At the end of the shoot, and after editing out tons and tons of images, I still have over 100 fabulous images of me in the laurel dress.  But I’ll restrain myself and only show you the ones that are beyond fabulous. Need more fabulosity?  Check out the entire gallery on the dress page.  Most of the photographs are by the fabulous Sarah, the rest are by Madame Ornata.

Vintage naughties

It turns out that there are a lot of very saucy vintage beauties frolicking around the internet.  When I first found some I was a bit taken aback.  My inner Victorian prude fainted.  Luckily, with her on the floor, my inner bohemian artist had room to appreciate them. I love these photos because their bodies look just like mine.  They have a bit of squish.  Their waists aren’t that small, and their busts aren’t that big.  Their thighs rub together.  Sometimes they have ugly feet (I don’t have ugly feet). And somehow, showing you long dead ladies in their altogether doesn’t seem quite as naughty.

Tackling the UF-pros – a 1930’s evening skirt

As part of my whole “doing the mending, cleaning the house” binge, I have tackled my pile of UF-pros (un-finished projects). On the top of the pile was the 1930s dress I made as a trial run for my wedding dress (yeah, I’m blogging about that next week – don’t worry!). The dress had two problems: It was blush pink georgette, lined in beige.  Not a good idea for someone who is already basically blush pink and beige. The bodice never fit properly. Unfortunately, there are no images of the original dress for me to show you what it looked like, or what I looked like in it.  But it needed help. So, after a go at re-lining the whole dress in a maroon-fuchsia (I just can’t describe the colour right now!) satin, which did improve the whole blush pink and beige problem a bit, but made the bodice fit even worse than it had previously, I chopped off the whole bodice. Then, I did the worse job ever of stay-stitching along the top of …