oona does it: not so little black dress
you may recall, i've done solid black once before, but my la femme nikita debacle can't really count, as it was never worn in the real world and was recently dissected for parts. holy hipster, batman!
it took the wedding of one of my dearest friends to get me to brave black again. the bridal party would be noir, pulled from our closets to keep mula in our pockets. because everyone owns a little black dress, right?
feh, i quietly said to myself, and only myself, as the bride and groom get what they want on their day, forever and ever amen. off to paron's i went. it had to be matte, so my visions of bumping it up with lace and sequins were dashed. i chose a viscose rayon at $6 per yard.
either i lost weight from wedding stress, or the carefully selected bra meant for this dress and then left AT HOME really did make all the difference. ah, well.
my first thought was to make my campbell apartment dress. i'd carefully copied all my adjustments and could get it done quickly, leaving me time to help the bride organize the wedding. of course i didn't do that. i chose an untested vintage pattern that i was sewing right up till the minute we walked out of the bridal suite for pictures. (i DID still happily help mademoiselle bride with all manner of weddingness. hence the last minute stitchery.)
simplicity 4290 has multiple configurations for mother and daughter. top and skirt! fabulous! thought i. more separates! in between wedding fires, work, and cursing at the machine, i fit the top portion in the fashion fabric.
and the the one aspect of the wedding that was supposed to be tranquil turned into a three ring circus. six darts had to be adjusted nineteen times. the reversed facing looked like holly hobby on crack. the "matte" rayon mocked me with its slight sheen. hell, at this point the rayon was looking so boringly black to me, i wanted to scream. i pictured dancing with ruggy in what would surely look like a poorly darted sack. on an errand to pick up flower girl ribbon and chuppah hem tape, i bought 6 yards of slightly shiny black trim, and took a major sewing time out.
wedding planning continued, travel day arrived, and all i had was a top. a last minute need from the groom almost had me at tj maxx, but ruggy refused to let me abandon the dress. I LOVE THAT MAN. in the end i was too proud of my triumph over pattern adjustments to cover the waist with a separate skirt, so i decided to make it a bonafide dress. i sandwiched the yards of trim between two gathered panels attached at bodice bottom (mid hip line) and threw the thing on.
i looked ready to square dance at edward scissorhand's country hoedown. IRON THE HELL OUT OF IT, i barked at myself in the mirror, threw it in a suitcase, and raced out the door to catch the wedding train. (without black thread, and the aforementioned bra.)
that weekend, i cut loose threads and hand stitched in my spare moments, which weren't many. on the day, between cries of help for running mascara, flyaway hair, disappearing bustle buttons, and oh yeah, making the bride's bouquet, i stitched my last 27 inches of trim together to make the belt. with no time for careful finishing, i grabbed a pair of vintage clip on earrings to hide the seam. just clipped them right over the seam and added a stitch through the clip section for safety. et voila, it's picture time.
you'll have to imagine this wrapped around my waist, sparkly clips at center back. hard to find a photo of my backside, as normal people tend to concentrate on the front. all the shots are from another one of my dearest friends, who, like the bride and groom, i would do anything for.
he says i always know where the camera is.