I made this dress about three years ago and came across it again in my recent clean-out of the wardrobe. I've worn it precisely once, when we went out to dinner in Santorini. I keep putting it aside thinking its too old for me and I'll start wearing it when I'm ... dunno, sixty, maybe. But my new resolution is to wear Everything I've Got. So, here we go.
Its Vogue 2538, and the fabric was picked up from the remnants bin at Fabulous Fabrics, my favourite store. Its silk, with self stripes in velour, embroidery, beading, small cylindrical wooden beads; sounds a mishmash but its lovely. I mistakenly lined it with white lining rather than cream, and I used an ordinary dress zip when an invisible zip would have been SO much better. I also took it in considerably at the side seams of the torso as it was too sacklike for my taste in its original form. So. Welcome back to my life, beautiful beaded dress.
Looking back over the photos I've taken and my wardrobe, I'm appreciating how colourless all my clothes are. Does this make me a colourless person? Our persona we present to the world is very much represented in our clothing, I really believe that. Maybe I need to spice up my wardrobe... and my life...
Belt; Country Road