One of my ongoing goals has been to be able to answer "Why, yes." when someone asks if I made my dress.  For the wedding weekend festivities, I tried to sport my dresses as often as possible.  Believe or not, people asked and I got to answer in the affirmative. 

I wore my Umbrellas of Cherbourg dress for picnicking and flower arranging.  (If only I had done something with my hair.  Ack!)

My Uhura-inspired sheath (and, again, I am not a Trekkie (not that there is anything wrong with that)) was the perfect outfit for a wonderful dinner out as friends started coming in to town.

For the "night before mixer" (incidentally held at the bar where Doug and I met/had our first date one-day-shy-of-three-years prior), I wore one of the sundresses from the Dress Extravaganza of September 2011.  Although the unmatching cardigan diminishes some of the cute, I had one friend tell me the dress was very Anthropologie.  Ultimate Compliment Alert!!  

By the way, that's Rachael.  She gets to be in the photo because this is the only pic I have in which I do not have crazy blazing demon eyes.  (Why does that always happen to me?)

Off to sew or make rice or something.  OK! Bye!

When I first started to think about my wedding dress (about 7 months ago, not when I was 5) I really wondered if I wanted traditional white or not.  I love color so much and I feel my best when wearing bright reds, blues, and greens.  It only makes sense that on the biggest of all big days one would want to feel her most attractive.  

I knew that as far as style went, I wanted a long and lean 1930s look.  I guess it's just that classic movie buff in me.  After all, it's not every day you can try to channel Myrna, Jean, or Carole without feeling weird about it.  But the fabric had me on edge.  I kept picturing ivory with sprigs of green flowers - in sheer silk chiffon, of course.  Alas, finding something like that was impossible.  And it was not for a want of trying.

I scoured every fabric store within a 3 billion mile radius and searched to the ends of the internet and came up with nothing that lived up to my imagination.  Eventually I accepted failure (yes, the internets failed me) and narrowed my search down to three choices.  

Off white with art deco maroon flowers would make for a gorgeous gown, but seemed to wintery for an August wedding.  A green ivy pattern satisfied my desire for green, but ultimately felt too informal.  I loved the graphic yellow floral and actually bought yards and yards of that fabric.  I used it (WARNING:  this is a silly thing to do with such expensive fabric.  Do NOT try.) to prepare a mock-up for what would become my wedding dress.  Lucky for me, that test run turned out beautifully and will, when I feel like finishing it, make a lovely dress.

In the end, I went back to a local fabric store and, with the support of a friend, picked out a simple cream chiffon covered with quarter-sized silver circles.  The fabric wasn't silk.  It wasn't loud.  It wasn't floral.  But, it whispered my name as I walked by and promised to be the perfect dress.

I suppose when it came right down to it, I wanted to look like a bride.  I'm a normal girl and normal girls don't get annual invitations to the Oscars or just cause to don taffeta on a regular basis.  Normal girls usually get one day to put on The Dress and feel like the most beautiful thing that ever breathed.  And if you are getting married, I guess it is pretty fitting to look like that's what you're up to.  

Yes, I was surprised that I ended up with a somewhat traditional white dress.  But boy my dress is pretty.  And I think it's perfect.  Just as promised.



Of course I can't ever wear it again.  So there's that.

I'm afraid your introduction to the July Dress will have to be short and sweet.  Much like the dress itself.  

The Wedding is just shy of two weeks away and, not surprisingly, most of my attention has been put toward a dress for that occasion.  However, I did manage to kick out a simple little number (made of fabric I had lying around) for a shower my mom threw for me in California.  

The top is a white cotton with tiny red and green tulips. The bodice has a seam down the middle, so I lined it up so the tulips are vertical from the center seam.  I thought that was a nice touch.

The gathered skirt (with pockets, thank you very much) is leftover fabric from the Annie Dress (May 2009).  I added some thick grosgrain ribbon at the waist to give the appearance of a waistband. All in all, pretty cute.  

Because of the recent time constraints, I have been working mostly with sewing patterns.  This one is Simplicity 1803, which I just might revisit at some point.

Onward to August.  Lots of changes ahead!

One of my favorite trends that seems to be hitting the runways once again is the drop waisted dress. I’m sure the new Gatsby movie has something to do with the recent resurgence.  Though even without cinematic provocation, the drop waist seems to make a brief comeback every couple years and I’m always excited when it does.

I’ll admit, that it’s not the most flattering style in the whole world.  No bust, no waist, focal point on hips kind of works against the female figure.  Regardless, there is something so freeing about the style.  I can only imagine what it was like for women back in the day when they first chopped their hair and threw corsets aside.  It’s no wonder that lifestyles, music, and dancing got a whole lot more free at the same time.  If I knew more than just two moves (learned from watching It’s a Wonderful Life) I would have busted out The Charleston for the camera.

(I was trying to do a Clara Bow thing with my hair, but it’s just getting too long to even fake a bob.  Oh well.)

There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a Sci-Fi nerd.  But I’m not one.  (And there’s nothing wrong with that either.  I am a super nerd about a great many other things.)  Star Trek isn’t an obsession for me. It is, however, pure nostalgia.  I have so many memories of watching re-runs of the original show with my dad.  Among his many other interests, my dad loves science, space, and any science/space amalgam that was ever committed to film or video.  My dad was (and is!) always go-go-go with multiple projects around the house and yard, but if “a good sci-fi movie” was on, he would turn that distraction into a break.  That’s how it was when I was growing up and nothing much has changed 20 years later.

When I catch a glimpse of Star Trek every now and then, I immediately get transported back to my younger days.  There is just something about the too bright, too warm colors of the show that remind me of spending time with my dad.  (Star Trek, lumber yards, and city dumps.  That last one is weird.)  I guess I am blessed to have had a childhood that could be described as bright and warm on just about every level.

Though I am not a Trekkie by any stretch of the imagination, I admittedly have an extremely soft spot for Scotty, Sulu, and Bones.  And, of course, Lt. Uhura.  She was always the coolest:  heavy eyeliner, short skirts, and that crazy thing in her ear.  (What was that thing?  I suppose it had something to do with being Chief Communications Officer.)  She was so stylish, self-assured, and calm.  Even as a little girl I knew her cool was deeper than mere fashion.  Uhura was the best.

For this week’s dress, I found an unfinished project that had been started way back.  The original design had a red and white racing stripe down the front and another at the collar.  That dress was too big anyway, so I took out the stripe and just sewed a seam up the front instead.  I replaced the collar piece with black pique that I had on hand.  Then I put in a zipper, faced the armholes with bias tape, and hemmed it.  Voila!  Homage to a Starfleet uniform!


The Facts

• Fabric:  Red and black pique.
• Pattern:  I wish I could remember. . .
• Year:  I bought the pattern ca. 2000 when I thought it would be cool to dress like a 1960s stewardess (or a 2260′s Starfleet officer).
• Notions:  Zipper, thread.
• Time to complete:  1 1/2 hours (+10 years)
• First worn:  Last week.
• Wear again?  Maybe.  It’s simply and summery.  I don’t like how it wrinkles.
• Total price: $0

I am so happy to have finished a long-neglected project – which has been an ongoing goal.  A knack for starting and juggling multiple tasks over long periods of time is a trait I get from my dad.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  (Happy Father’s Day, Dad!) 

I have no idea what happened to May.  In fact, I have very little recollection of that month at all.  Very curious indeed.

BUT, a dress did get made and will be posted in the very near future.  In the meantime, I continue to work on The Wedding Dress.  I just might post some clews as to what it looks like.

Until all that happens, Roger in a tutu should buy me some time.  Surely.

It has been a long, overcast winter in Portland, Oregon and just when it seemed as though the weather was about to turn for the warmer, it unexpectedly snowed.  March broke records for rainfall and April is proving to be an absolute tease.  I admit that I knew was I was in for when I moved to the Pacific Northwest from California, but a girl can only so patient.  Bring on spring.  Real spring.  As in almost summer.  In Portland, summer is the big pay off and every sunny day is consciously admired and appreciated.  Oh, summer . . .

Summer in Portland is long bike rides, late night patios, movies in the park, cold local micro-brews on tap, backyard vegetable gardens, winter amnesia, and lots of roses.  The roses are highly visible and tangible evidence that summer has not only arrived but has settled in for a while.  Every Portlander I know waits out nine months of clouds for those three glorious months of summer.  I don’t think it’s coincidence that we also spend about nine months taking leisurely, damp walks through heavily pruned, thorny, naked rosebushes in anticipation of three months of beautiful blooms.  It just goes to show that we, the residence of “Rose City”, are an optimistic lot.

As spring is just now beginning to show her sunshiny face, my dress was the only thing rosy in my neighborhood’s rose garden.  I had to hunt out patches of sun for photos and nearly froze (slight hyperbole) without my jacket.  Just for the record, my sunglasses were for function, not fashion and that is proof enough for me that rosebuds and globs of sunscreen are in my future.

My mom bought this fabric for me as a gift when I first moved to Portland, so it is especially fitting that it was used it for this week’s theme.  Regarding the dress pattern, I can’t say I am a huge fan of elastic waistbands, and I made this one a little too loose.  It kind of floats around me and the little tie I made doesn’t really fix that.  I might take it in, or maybe find a wide black belt to wear with this dress.  The print is so busy that a solid colored belt would probably be a nice touch.  In other news:  This dress has pockets.  I love that!

THE FACTS

• Fabric:  Super slinky, floral satin.
• Pattern: Simplicity 2360.
• Year:  Contemporary.
• Notions:  Thread & elastic.
• Time to complete:  4-5 hours
• First worn:  Last week for photos in the park.
• Wear again?  Yes.  But perhaps belted.
• Total price: $0

This dress was featured at The Sew Weekly as part of this week's Local Color challenge.  Consider it my homage to fair Portland.

Photos courtesy of Kirsten Collins.

Not too long ago I acquired a page ripped out of the July 1969 issue of Women's Day.  Unbelievably some elderly woman had saved this page for the last 43 years.  I really hope she wore scarves daily. (Even if she didn't it's comforting to know that I'm not the only one who saves pages from magazines for far too long.)

I, for one, would like to see a resurgence in the wearing of scarves.  Specifically, beautiful silk ones.  Committing the following featured knots and ties to memory may be a start.  

When you're done with that, check out the amusing ads addressing how to handle awkward "female problems".