What’s almost as good as a trip on the Fung-Wah bus?
A virtual trip to the city, courtesy of darling Oona!
Either my brain is doing its job well, or is slacking off, because when I pulled this dress out from the closet post-boot camp, I had completely forgotten about Oona’s request for a virtual birthday party. It wasn’t until I was merrily strolling from T to office that I realized just how fabulous fate played it – I hadn’t tossed it aside for something different. This isn’t exactly my “very most fabulous/wild/outrageous/lovely party outfit” that Ms. Kalkatroona demanded, but I managed to both remember and forget about the party. Does that count? Yes.
You see, I rarely wear this little number. Not because I don’t like it, no, no… only due to some fit issues. If you recall, mes amis, this sat half-finished for several years, until I decided last spring to get serious about sewing again. And not give a damn about how weird blogging is, but post at will. I feel so jaunty in heels and this flippy dress, so it’s high time I re-work the collar. The interfacing I used is just too stiff, and I neglected to interface the facing. So all this weird pulling happens at the back of the neck.
Oona, here’s to you! I’m raising a toast to a sewing maverick and fellow Leo, and making Tito’s with club soda & patio-grown lime basil for all who wish to imbibe. Happy birthday, and happy weekend sewing :*
(side note: I almost used the word “frock” for the first time. What a nice, alliterative ring it would have had with “flippy”. But I can not stand that word. No offense to any seamster out there who employs it; the word simply isn’t for me. Okay, mini-rant over. Get back to that cocktail.)