I'm going back to Montana tomorrow with my sister Rachael. We will fly to Bozeman and meet my oldest brother Jack there then drive together to "the ranch' where my mom and stepfather live. Got that ? And my niece (David's daughter) will be there too. (Somehow, I feel that this blog is so myopically focused on one tiny corner of my tiny world that I need to introduce some more important characters to the story.)
Anyway, I should have spent the day packing and cleaning, but I seem to have a "preparing to change locations phobia," so I always spend the day before I go anywhere distracting myself doing by ridiculous things like, ah lets see. . . weeding the patio, washing rugs, freezing corn, and sewing. And not sewing for the trip, no, silly sewing.
Maybe you remember how I got rid of some excess fabric this Spring with the help of my husband's discerning eye? One fabric I snatched from the donation bag at the last minute (right there in the parking lot in front of the thrift store) was the infamous "chickens in lines" fabric. I looked more carefully and it appears to actually be infinite lines of roosters on wind-vanes. Perfect for a dress, n'est-ce pas?
The grey/pink rooster/wind-vane motif should be arranged in a chevron on the bodice, don't you think? And the skirt should be gathered to a waistband at the natural waist. And grown-on cap sleeves, it needs those. No pattern? Maybe THAT should have stopped me. I'm not finished, but I will give you a sneak peek.
The back looks okay.
But the wonky darts in front create an underbust chicken convergence that even I find disturbing.
I just got a pattern at the thrift store that is useless except for directions on how to make a gathered and boned cumberbund. And I have some pink fabric. I think that might cover up some of the weirdness.
But not the weirdo wearing the dress.
So what do you think ? Can this look be saved, or was hubby right? Again.
