I keep finishing things. WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME???
This morning I finished the Bootleg Bottega Veneta dress, which I then wore to Oaks Day (ie: Ladies Day at the races) with friends. I don’t really like the races, and this is the first time I’ve been to a Spring Racing Carnival thing at Flemington. Probably due to the slicey wind, it was actually pretty tame, though some of the hats and outfits were pretty funny. Now I’m not against crazy fashions, but it’s when people are deadly serious about their hat – or turquoise pea shrub gone bonkers, or Loki’s helmet from the Avengers, or giant beehive made of nylon foliage, or scarlet basket starfish, etc – that I, in my manky old straw sunhat, couldn’t quite contain the gigglies. Fashions on the Field takes itself way too seriously. Also, ladies who know they’ll be walking on grass and still wear stilettos. Try maintaining your dignity while hobbling along stiltedly like a praying mantis through a bowl of molasses. Never was a better argument made in favour of chunky heels.
Now back to the dress. Hooray I didn’t cut loads of corners! Well, the zip set-in could be better, but everything’s hemmed or finished or tucked away so that there can be no frayage, and it’s not ugly as sin on the inside for a change.
Instead of the original back with long straps that I’d envisaged, I went with a big floppy 70s-style tie which looked more balanced. Knee length is a funny length on me because I’m such a pear, and especially with the cut-away neck it needed something up top to even out the froof.
I even have a metre left over of that ikat fabric, which is quite lovely apart from the tendency to pucker, and I think I want to use it to make some kind of summer top that I can wear more often.
So without further ado, here are some photos of the finished thing:
I don’t know why these always turn out so blurry.
And one of the back.
Oh, and I finally got some pictures of my sexy flute friend in her new 1920s dress…
I can guarantee it’s at least six times hotter in real life even. The train just flows as she walks. Slinky.