This is the dress I made from the valance on my bed. It didn't look too shabby and I was very inventive by using the ruffle for the bottom. Even though it's gathered on to a yoke, it still almost completely covers the bedroom door. Reason No. one for reducing the body mass index. That reminds me, why is it that every woman I read about that's lost a huge amount of flab wants to rush out and fit into a pair of jeans? I lose enough and I want Chanel.
Which brings me to my lovely striped black chiffon, slightly less coverage of the bedroom door but tight across the broad beam of a broom vrooming witch.
It has a floating lace panel down the front which I've hand beaded. I even fluted the sleeves with nylon thread for the first and last time, it being a tedious rotten job which causes bad language. The will power isn't going so well. My fault because I'm blogging from the Greek Islands where I am having a wonderful time on the stolen proceeds of my mother's pension account.
Is it an offence to araldyte a person's false teeth together?
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every woman I read about that's lost a huge amount of flab wants to rush out and fit into a pair of jeans? I lose enough and I want Chanel.
I knew there was a reason why I liked you.
... and after they get all denimed up they muffin top their way around Airport West Shopping Town cutting a swath that ole Red sea partin'Moses could have only dreamt of and assaulting my delicately fashioned sense of aesthetic sensibility.
I blame Jane Austen A40's parents ... her teachers and the government.
That dress you've hand beaded is just awe-inspiring and bloody gorgeous - certainly too nice to leave hanging on a door frame.
I am so old-fashioned Andrew, I wouldn't even wear jeans on a horse, it would have to be a velvet riding habit and hand stitched soft spanish leather boots. I desperately need to be wealthy.
Ah, Your Lordship, I have noticed your sense of aesthetic sensibility in the delicate way you trim that moth-eaten excuse for a gentleman's beard. (I desperately need to insult someone and camera face got it last week)
Not beaded enough Lynn, I see blanks on the canvas and my fingers itch to complete it.
You clever stitcher, you. If that's what you do with a bed ruffle what would you do with real stuff. Have you been to Alannah's cave yet?
Jahteh, I can't believe you made a dress out of a valance but I do admire your skills & resourcefulness.
I LOVE the black one - v. elegant.
No Miss Eagle, not yet but with my mother safe for two weeks in respite I'm hoping to make my way there.
It was necessity Meredith, not a decent pretty cotton anywhere and this colour suited and little patterns tend to disappear on me.
Like Lily Langtry I always have a black dress in the wardrobe because it doesn't matter how old it is, it looks great with a truckload of bling. I'm with Chanel, it doesn't have to be real as long as there's lots of it.
She gets mixed up Link and instead of telling everyone I'm handling her money, she tells them I'm taking it. I write down everything and keep receipts, it worse than doing a tax return.
I'm immensely impressed by your sewing skills! I can reattach a button and re-put up a fallen hem, but in the land of the blind (ie, among my sewing-challenged friends), the one-eyed woman is queen.
And no, aralditing a set of false teeth is not a capital crime.
I have to make my own clothes, Redcap, I refuse to go into stretch leggings and oversize t-shirts. Those women must never look in a mirror. The trick is, two or three patterns that suit and make up until you can do it in your sleep and use the most expensive material unless there's a valance going to waste.
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