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… sometime on the Tuesday I decide I better check my dress…

… for years, whenever I get invited to a wedding I wear the same dress, I am not a dress person, but I quite like this straight rust orange linen dress, I have a cardigan that matches as I am always cold, I used to have the perfect pair of trainers to go with it, but the dog chewed those when he was smaller, now I have a pair of simple flats…

… I tried it on, hung it in the bathroom hoping wrinkles would fall out and I was set for the Saturday when a good friend was getting married…

… sometime midweek, ideas started spinning in my mind… a morning ceremony, followed by a lunch, “maybe the dress was too formal?”, ceremony on the other side of town, too far to walk, “would I be able to cycle in the dress?”… at some point I decided I could maybe make a new dress for the day?

… Thursday night, after yoga practice, ideas still spinning through my mind, I procrastinate, I know exactly which fabric I want to use, another piece of African wax, I think about shape and decide on A-line with narrow shoulders, remembering a dress a friend had many, many years ago…

… 10:30pm, I kick myself into action, I get out the Dixie DIY hot cocoa sweater pattern, that I already made up “conventionally“. I use front and back pieces, extend the top corners instinctively and extrapolate the length to something I think will hit just above the knee. I cut out the 2 pieces and cut out a second short version of each piece that hits just below the arm hole to use as facing.

… neck and arm seams are sewn, shoulder “corners” are pushed through, side seams are sewn (using French seams), shoulders are temporarily safety pinned shut as I try on the dress – either it is exactly what I wanted, or a sack, I hope for the former! I fall into bed at 1am…

… next day, after yoga, I drop by a local tailor’s and ask nicely if she would mind pinning my hem, she admires the dress, boosts my confidence (someone doesn’t think it looks like a sack!), and home I come with hem pinned. An afternoon of errands, another yoga class in the evening, 10:30pm back in front of the sewing machine. Shoulders are sewn, hem is turned up, pressed and sewn, I fall into bed.

… Saturday morning, after a run in the forest, home, a quick shower, I pull on the dress and rush out to the wedding, it passes the cycle test with flying colours. After the gorgeous ceremony, I congratulate the bride, she recognises the fabric (I made her a reversible bag in the same fabric over a year ago, the bag I have with me is lined in more of the same), admires the dress, and during the course of the day makes sure all her family and friends know I am the person who has been teaching her to sew and I made my own dress…

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