A Dress The Girl

Here’s a question. For my mother. Does this look familiar?

I suppose, if you’re not my mother, there is a chance you don’t know the answer to that question.

I’ll just tell you then. This used to a be a skirt. A skirt that my mother wore and then gave to me.

Sewing for Miss Thing is so very tricky. Lets just say she isn’t as impressed with the stuff I whip up as I am. So if I make her something that I love and she doesn’t I just wasted an afternoon.

Lately, it seems, she is growing rather weed like and all of her dresses are getting smaller with each wash (I suppose I could just stop doing laundry). So I decided to look in my stash and see if I could whip something up and not waste an afternoon. I found a few promising items that I could transform. Then I was putting away my laundry and I saw this skirt (that I don’t really wear much, sorry Mom) and I knew it would be perfect. Because it met both of her requirements. Which were “pink” and “sparkly.”

The next step was turning it into a dress. I used this to help me along. Then I started cutting. That was the part I was sort of nervous about. I didn’t have enough material to line the bodice so I used some white cotton I had in my scrap drawer. I wasn’t sure how I felt about how the lining looked on the top compared to the bottom but I just went with it. I also wished I could have made it just a little bit longer. Then I decided to stop looking at it.

And, I think, the end result met all of our her expectations.

Something she can twirl in. Something that sparkles, especially when the light hits it. And, let’s face it, it’s pink.