This weekend under a first wave of nesting power, my sewing closet got an overhaul. It was in shabby shape before with about fifteen projects that were started but never quite finished and a big mess of fabrics… being an addict is never pretty, is it?
But. I did it: cleaned out and cleaned up. I finished five (!) of the projects that had been hanging around in there for an embarrassing amount of time. Then, just because I wanted to celebrate and have some actual fun, I made a dress.
Let’s call this “The Instant Gratification Dress”. Technically it’s called the Hopscotch Dress, but it took so little time and effort to whip up that it felt like it needed a fresh new name. The pleasure of making this little number totally made up for the boring drudgery of the loose ends that had to be tied before I could even locate the fabric and drum up the inspiration.
Mira’s assessment? “Soft. Soooooooo soft. And pretty. It matches that necklace I made at camp. [runs to go get said necklace] Can I wear it tomorrow… (pause) with the necklace?”
