Isn't this wonderful? This dress reminds me of what Voltaire said about God: "If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him." If this dress did not exist, it would be necessary to invent it.
I'm not sure if I will sew this one — it might be better in this ideal abstract form than in whatever concrete hash I might make of it. Sometimes I feel some patterns are too pretty to sew, or at least too pretty for me to sew. When they're still in the envelope, they're perfect; when I'm swearing at them, wrestling with understitching facings and deciding whether I should hand-baste the zipper before submitting it to the not-so-tender mercies of my machine (the answer to that last question SHOULD ALWAYS BE YES, but still I ask it of myself) they descend to the merely real.
I've been trying to remember lately that the untried is always the idealized and to take the time to gedanken-experiment through whatever the situation is that I am assuming will be perfect. To remember that it rains, and that trains are late, and that people have colds in the head or bad hair days, that there's always static cling and lint and runs in stockings. The trick is to balance your hope for the best with your preparation for the worst — Pollyanna riding Eeyore, if you will.
And that's a long, long way from dresses, so check out the back view! (I actually scanned the back this time. Sorry the scan isn't better.) Ooh, pretty. Dress pretty.