The “Bad Romance” Slip
Fabric: about 1.5 metres of lingerie stuff, ~$0.50 from Fabric-a-brac
Pattern: Vogue 9350
Notions: about 1.5 metres of pink ribbon
Time to complete: 2 hours
First worn: for these photos about 10 minutes after I finished the slip
Wear again? Yep – I made it the perfect length for under my Owls About It dress
Bump: 27 weeks
Total cost: ~$0.50
Altogether now…. “you and me, caught in a bad romance….” That Gaga, she writes some catchy tunes!
But anyway. The other ‘bad romance’ reference is that trashy romance novel I’m holding in my hot little hands in this shoot. Yes, I admit it – I’m consuming far too many of these things these days. Pregnancy brain = lack of ability to concentrate on anything more worthwhile. *sigh*
So, this slip. With this week’s theme being all about things inspired by holidays/leisure, I got to thinking. It’s not really a good time for me to make a swim suit (6 months pregnant + middle of winter here). So it had to be something inspired by a winter getaway. Snow suits (and in fact, skiing) aren’t really my thing. What I do love about winter getaways though is hanging out in a hotel room, nice and warm, feeling pampered and reading a good book. Yes indeed! That’s my kinda holiday.
And if you’re lazing around in a hotel room with a good book on holiday, you need something slightly glamorous to be lazing around in, right?
Just like swimsuits, fancy lingerie isn’t really quite right about now. So instead, I bring to you – a maternity slip from 1957.
Quite a cunning design, the bottom sections are cut on the bias, and the front panel joins the bodice just below the bust, meaning there are no uncomfortable seams over a baby bump. It crosses over at the back, which makes it fully adjustable as bumps get bigger. (Although I must admit I didn’t cross it too well in these photos. Oops!)
As for that strip of yellow at the bottom? That’s another one of these slips, which I haven’t hemmed yet. So I’ll show that off another day – for now, it’s there for modesty’s sake.
And on that note, I’m going to waddle away and hum some more Lady Gaga while reading a trashy romance novel.