Friends, some of you have expressed your eagerness in seeing the finished gown… However, that will have to wait until after the ceremony. I would like the final result to be a surprise to everyone. Hope you will understand! I’m sure you will, though 🙂
Let it only be said that I absolutely love my gown! It really feels like *my* dress now. I just love it! 🙂
I can show you pictures of the final evening of sewing (Thursday night), during which I hemmed the dress by slipstiching the edge to the underlining only (which shows another advantage to underlining a formal garment!). This took quite a few hours, as you may imagine, because the skirt is rather wide at the bottom and I had to make sure for every small stitch that the needle was only catching the batiste underlining, and not the dupioni. To keep me entertained, I watched (or rather, listened to) one of my most-watched DVDs: the 1995 BBC Pride and Prejudice adaptation. That one never palls on me.
Sébastien took pictures as a souvenir of this ultimate evening spent sewing this special gown… I didn’t know whether you’d rather see Elizabeth or Mr. Darcy, so I’ll let you choose:
This way you can also see my sewing corner. We live in a two-room, 45-m² flat, and this table is our everything table: this is where we dine (you can’t even sit in the kitchen!), where Seb sets his laptop when he works from home (I have a desk in another corner). The right side of the table is my little sewing corner (the extremest part being most of the time slightly messy, as you can see here!), but I did need the whole length of the table to make that ample dress… You bet I made sure to clear up and clean the table thoroughly every time I wanted to do some sewing on the gown!
(I don’t mind the small space, though! As long as the family doesn’t grow larger, we’re quite happy in our little nest.)
Oh, and, ahem, I was in my pyjama as it was getting on quite late that night!
Thank you very much for your comments to the previous post. I certainly wish I had started sewing earlier than 3 years ago. My grandma would have been able to teach me then… That is one of my bitterest regrets. Our only hobby when we were younger was music – lots of it, that’s for sure. I can’t regret being taught in music, that is another of my joys in life; but I sometimes wish it had been less exclusive, less exacting.
Nevertheless, Mamie was thrilled at my taking up sewing, and she admired my progress every time I came to visit her and we looked at what I’d been sewing. This played a major part in my motivation to try and keep improving – I kept striving to be up to her praise. I carry her last words to me in the depths of my heart and they were to that effect as well – I didn’t feel that I quite deserved them, but I’ll keep trying to be up to them.
Sorry for the talkative entry… I’ll make it up with pretty pictures soon! 🙂