Last weekend, saw me making the trip to Toowoomba for the wedding of a friend who I have known since we were 7-years-old. I met Jessica on my first day at my new school when we moved to Gympie. I was in grade 2. She was a lovely girl then, she is a lovely woman now and I am honoured to be her friend and included in her special day.
The ceremony was later in the day at 2pm, followed by a 5pm reception. I didn’t take any photos at the wedding itself, as it’s just not my style, and I didn’t want to destroy any of the professional photos by getting in the way. I snapped a couple at the reception though and made sure to get a shot with both the bride and her sister, the bridesmaid. It was a lovely wedding and I was so glad that I made the trip up.
As for my outfit. There were dramas aplenty. I had originally planned a 1950s gown made of a light-weight peach taffeta, topped with white spot netting and a built-in white velveteen bolero. I busted my arse to get it made, slaving over my machine each night after work. Finally, by Wednesday it was at a stage where I could try it on entirely. And, I hated it. It was too big, too froofy and it made me look bulky. No proof photos, as I really hated it and have since cut it up to salvage what fabric I could. I panicked. Barely got any sleep that night as I stressed over what I could wear. I didn’t really have anything “cocktail” appropriate in my wardrobe. I dragged myself into work, exhausted, and stewed over what I could do in my lunch break, mentally cataloguing my fabric stash. I raced home that afternoon and tore into it. I had decided to use the pattern from the dress I made for the Gangsters Ball as I knew it fitted well and would be simple to make up. But what fabric to use?
After such a big failure, I was very indecisive. I was second-guessing myself and umming and ahhing over what I could do. In the end, I came back to one of my first choices – a very lightweight silk tartan that I originally bought for a regency dress. The only changes I made to my pattern was to cut the front of the bodice on the bias to work with the tartan, and to shorten the skirts to a more cocktail suitable length. All in all, from cutting out to finish, it took me under 3 hours. It was complete Thursday night, and I didn’t have to stay up into the wee hours of the morning to do it. I even had time enough to wash and pin curl my hair. I love how it turned out in the end.