Dresses: Day 65

Another Vogue 9929 … I made this one for a holiday party last year. You know sometimes when you wake up and think “I have nothing to wear to [EVENT TONIGHT]!”, and you sigh and make the best of it? Yeah, I never do that. If there’s at least four hours between me and [EVENT] I will make a new dress.

I have had this fabric for probably a decade. I bought a grab-bag of silk shantung from an ad in the back of a magazine (maybe Threads?) years ago, and I think made maybe ONE thing out of the ten or so short yardage pieces I got.

The zip is a bit off, but I was running out the door and couldn’t fix it:

Also, I forgot to allow for extra hem depth because the fabric is so lightweight, so I ended up using some ball-chain trim as a hem weight. Works okay, and if it shows, it looks almost intentional!

Here’s the back:

I ended up wearing this with a bright fuchsia cardigan, festive but slightly less all-out Christmassy than red. And it was a great party!


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.)