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.
Is that with their teeth in their head or out? I think the first case it could be seen as being an offence but if they're in a glass, well . . .accidents happen.
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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