The “Ostrea Lake” dress
Fabric: Ikea cotton Celia print, left over from a dress I made in 2011
Pattern: Butterick 3460
Notions: seam binding
Time to complete: 2 hours
First worn: Friday the 13th
Wear again? Yes, but not as a dress.
Total Cost: $1
It’s the perfect alignment of theme and setting this week: I’m visiting my family in Nova Scotia and I’m back in my ecosystem. I grew up here, running wild in rural Nova Scotia and it’s great to be back where I recognize every plant, every animal, every bird. I studied biology and helped edit the Flora of Nova Scotia back in the ’90s, so if I were dropped into the wild here, I could probably survive for weeks (unless the biting flies drove me mad first, which is a distinct possibility). It’s fun to bring my suburbanized kids here to get a little taste of how I grew up:
Luckily my mother had her sewing machine here for hemming all the curtains in their new beach house, and I quickly ran up this pull-over dress for my daughter. She doesn’t have a serger, so I finished the seams with bias tape, and it took a little longer that it usually would at home, but what the heck; I’m on vacation.
I used the Celia print cotton from Ikea with intermingled birds and leaves, and since my daughter is a bit big for her age, I used size 4. Oops. I’ve never sewed for my kids from a pattern before because I usually just trace off of an existing garment. I now realize that my daughter is long and skinny and I should be cutting a size 5 for length, but a size 3 for width. Lesson learned. She’ll have to wear it next year as a pinafore over a T-shirt and leggings.
Here are some gratuitous shots of her cuteness:
And the name of the dress? It comes from the village where we are staying. “Ostrea” is the latin word for oyster, and the brackish bays around here are full of oysters, just lying around waiting to be picked. Sweet, meaty, salty, slatey oysters.
*Disclaimer: to any members of the Department of Fisheries and Oceans reading this post: I would never advocate picking said oysters without a license.
No matter how delicious.