“It is Not a Mumu” Dress
This pattern has been on queue as my “next project” since I started sewing last year. I’ve been putting it off because I couldn’t really imagine a scenario in which I didn’t look like a formless blob in it. Last week — the night before work — I didn’t have the energy for zippers or buttons or really anything that required me to be precise. And because I’ve been feeling a bit blah about my body lately, I was in a mumu sort of mood.
The vintage fabric was from eBay. The seller wrote in the description that “it reminds me of the type of dress fabric my Grandmother wore in the 1950’s.” I couldn’t tell if that was a positive or negative. As I made this dress and tried it on, I couldn’t help thinking of this messed-up joke: Question: “What’s the difference between an Italian grandmother and an elephant?” Answer: “50 pounds and the black dress.” Apologies to all Italian grandmothers out there. Oh, heck, apologies to everyone out there. Believe me, hearing that joke repeating in your head as you sew is quite annoying.
The dress really is a mumu because I skipped the step to create the waistband enclosure. It was late at night and I figured a belt would suffice. And since I made the ties, I can always add them in the future.
Offensive Italian grandmother jokes aside, it actually does remind me of a housedress that an Italian grandmother or mother (like my own Italian grandmother) might have worn in the 1940s or 1950s.
I don’t really think that’s a bad thing.