New Fave Frock

Alright, I actually finished this dress a couple of weeks ago, but the elastic across the back needed shortening. I opened up the casing, grabbed the elastic and snap - I did something I swore I wouldn't do. I let go of it. "No problem" my sis said. "Just undo the casing." I envisioned undoing the whole damn thing, but it hit me this morning that I really only needed to undo a couple of stitches where I could feel the elastic, thrust a safety pin through it and tug. Done!

I wore it to the pool today - quite proudly. I admit I fantasized that some woman would leap from her chair and ask me where I got it. I'd look shyly down and admit that I'd made it, and gee thanks, because this is my second sewing project, and, well...and then she'd say "Seriously? Would you make me one? I'll pay you whatever you want. Come to think of it, can you make one for my daughter, too? Hey, Mona - this woman made her dress. Can you believe it?" By the time I realized this exchange had not yet taken place, I was leaving the pool, at which point I started walking a bit more slowly. Surely somebody wants to compliment me on this dress, right? Because it totally rocks! I remain stymied...

The dress is pictured here with the wonderful yellow shoes I bought on sale shortly before moving home from NYC. Way on sale, I might add, because they're what you call 'designer shoes." Designed to be both fab and expensive. (They were 70% off). I have not worn them once this summer and that must be rectified. I call these my "French woman on a bicycle in occupied Paris" shoes because these cork-platformed cuties are similar to the styles worn by women in the '40s. Cork wasn't rationed, but gas was and French women, though forced to make their way 'round by foot or bike like most people, did so in a ridiculously stylish way. If you looked closely, you might have noticed some frayed edges, but it remained a great way to bolster morale while thumbing their noses at the Germans.

Yeesh. This post is all over the place. If you've made it this far, you are indeed my friend and I 'high five' you.