A Kapinny post
Last year I made my step daughter's Year 10 end of year formal frock. She had found the pattern in an op shop.
Though the skirt was far too long and full for someone of her small stature, the bodice and collar are designed for her, really. She has one of those old-fashioned hourglass figures.
The trip to the fabric store was fun and excruciating in equal measure. It took ages, but finally we settled on a cherry red silk satin ...
... which looks a lot brighter red here than it really is, and a gorgeous black lace overlay.
And the lovely French lady serving us found a fabulous black lace trim we decided to put on the hem. After it was finished, and she had tried it on, I described her in it to my husband.
Me: 'Gina Lollobrigida. That's all I'm saying.'
Him: 'I don't know what you mean.'
Me: 'You know what I mean.'
Him, putting his fingers in his ears and screwing up his face: 'I don't want to know what you mean!'
