Here’s another Vogue 9670, that I made .
This fabric looks like Liberty, but I don’t think it is, since I bought it in . (How old is that post? I’m talking about DIAL-UP INTERNET. That’s old, folks.)
Also, is there a place name more evocative of adventure than “Shanghai”? I suppose it’s possible to go to Shanghai and have a boring time, but I bet you have to work at it. I love Shanghai, both the name and the place. I mean, it’s even a verb! I’d go back to Shanghai like a shot if I had an excuse.
The facing here is bright pink, because, um, pink? My other choice was that buttercup yellow, and I couldn’t find a good-enough match.
The zip is pink, too. I keep thinking I’ll switch it out for one that doesn’t stand out so much, and then I never do.
The bias tape on the sleeve is that minty toothpaste blue, which doesn’t really go, but then again it’s not seen very often:
And here’s the back:
This dress is a lot of fun to wear; it’s extremely comfortable and the fabric has got a great hand to it. This is also one of the few things I wear that has this much purple in it — I’m not a fan of purple, not really sure why. I understand it’s a color that grows on you when you’re older; I saw some research somewhere about how your eyes perceive different wavelengths or perceive the same wavelengths differently or something (could I be more vague? no, I could not) and it somehow explained the tendency of older women to wear more orangey lipsticks. Which I thought was probably complete and utter BS, but that factoid has stayed with me and here we are, no better off than we were before, but prepared for the possibility, however remote, of someday feeling more kindly towards purple.
(And for those of you who are asking WHERE ARE THE DUROS? They are a-comin’. Hold tight!)