Dresses: Day 13

I don’t often make black dresses, or, at least, not all-black dresses (and since I’m not from New Zealand, I also have never made an dress). But every once in a while I overcome my reluctance and put one together, like this one:

Did you recognize our old friend Here’s the bodice:

I lined the whole thing with lightweight black batiste, so instead of regular bias binding, I used Wright’s narrow double-fold, and encased the bodice and binding fabric together, like so:

Here’s the side zip, I grade this about a C-:

I put piping at the waist, because with an all-black dress, what else can you do to jazz it up?

Here’s the back:

And the pocket, which is just the batiste, not the eyelet; I figured having pockets with holes, even little ones, was not the best move:

Whenever I make a black dress I cannot help but think of that scene from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, where they’re on that ship for the band Disaster Area:

It’s the weird colour scheme that freaks me. Every time you try to operate one of these weird black controls, which are labeled in black on a black background, a small black light lights up black to let you know you’ve done it. Hey, what is this, some kind of galactic hyper-hearse?

(I think of this quote so often, in fact, that I’ve saved it to for easy reference. I also think of it when I see this one particular all-black fixie in the Mission — not , but similar.)

7 thoughts on “Dresses: Day 13

  1. H2G2 quotes I might get – that’s a good one – the higher brow stuff, not so much.

    Classy dress, looks comfortable too.

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  2. I really like that dress! I love these posts.

    Also, I am living in Ukraine, and I wanted to let you know about an art exhibit here that reminds me of your lives of dresses stories. It’s called Eyeliner 2013 and it’s at the Pinchuk Art Museum in Kiev.
    Chinese artist Cao Fei hangs second hand clothes in a room within the museum and labels them. Then, instead of washing instructions, the tag tells a story about a woman, the wearer, I suppose. One was called “leftover lady” another was “resentful houswife.” the stories were surprising and strange. It was a great exhibit.

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