So. Despite what Butterick 4849 says above, my day today has NOT been "fast & easy." My flight home was delayed last night; I woke up this morning to find that my access to the pure sweet rushing stream of electrons that I like to call "the Internet" had inexplicably dried up; there were various moving-house tsurim (tsurises?) that had to be dealt with, with the urgency level set to "right now, immediately, c'mon we're not foolin'"; I thought I had the Internet problem licked, at least on paper, but then realized that what I thought was a router was really a switch (not the switch's fault — there's this neat little trick called "reading" that I really ought to look into, it would have helped me out). And the entree of "Blackened Bad Day" comes with two sides, your choice, of the so-forth, and the so-on.
But — all's well that ends well, and it looks like I have Internet access now, especially if you turn your head to the side and squint a little bit. And tomorrow all of the moving problems that don't involve the eleventy-hundred unpacked boxes (e.g., the Troubles of the Old Place) will be firmly marked "somebody else's problem." Hurray!
But — dresses. Remember dresses? I remember dresses, and if I unpack all the boxes marked "who the hell knows" on Saturday, then on Sunday I'm going to make one of them-there dress things what all the young-uns are wild about. Nancy O'C. reminded me of this pattern (yeah, that one, up there above all my whining) and I think I'm going to try it.
Also, while we're all here: I wanted to make an Open Duro Call, in the comments for this post. If you have links to similar patterns, or to other folkses' blogs where they have made Duro-type dresses, or catalog or retailer website facsimiles, or Pattern Review reviews, or whatnot, please leave them in the comments. I'll do a once-through in my sadly-overflowing inbox over the next little while, and then do a big wrap-up post that I can keep in the sidebar as a handy clicky-link for those who want to know what the big deal is.
Does that make sense? Because it would be nice to have all the Duro-nalia in one place, would it not? It would also be nice to have all the boxes unpacked, and a really watertight scientific explanation as to how books I am SURE I gave away years ago have mysteriously reappeared among my possessions, causing me to need even MORE bookshelf space than I thought I did. And since I need roughly one linear foot of shelving space for (it seems) every minute I've been alive, a solution to that problem would also come in handy. But I think I will settle for three hours on Sunday to make a dress. Keep those fingers crossed!