Today I basted the dress together.
Each stitch taking me closer and closer to the realisation that I really need to give up dressmaking and high tail it to the Trafford Centre to find something to wear for my wedding.
At just after 6 pm tonight I tied off the final stitch on the final seam.
The moment of truth had arrived.
Remembering what the dress looked like at the toile stage, I slipped it on.
Filled with trepidation I turned to the mirror.
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My eyes filled with tears.
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IT FITS.
It is (if I can toot my own horn a little here) just a little bit beautiful.
The only thing I need from the Trafford Centre are shoes for the baby girls.
I’ve just finished sewing all the seams. Tomorrow I shall remove the basting and press the seams to crisp loveliness.
I am a very happy, if slightly tired, girl.
Oh, I am so pleased. It will be a beautiful day and all the hard work will have been worth it
Oh how nice 🙂 I am so anxious to see you wearing this beautiful dress!
YAY!!!
Congrats on the dressing and the wedding! Post some pics!