What do all mothers say? Never go into a love affair hoping to change him. Of course that's what I did. I was in Washington last week and I saw this little number at Marshall's. And boy was it little. Way too short, sleeveless, a dress (which, as I nurse at church, presents problems). I bid the black and cream waving pennant fabric and snappy collar adieu. Some things are not meant for ladies like myself. So, with a wave and curiously wet lashes, I walked away. Sadder but wiser.
However, like the Taylor/Burton romance, it wasn't over. Debbie endured my tedious havering and finally drove me back to get the blasted thing.
Sew, sew, sew. It was super easy and quick. But...
Since I matched the collar fabric, I found I wasn't thrilled with the seams. They didn't press nice and sharp. It looked tacked on. Fail.
When I showed it to Kylene, she suggested I throw cotton over it, crank the iron up and hope for the best. Success.
It worked wonders (excuse the photography again) and helped the hemline on my wedding skirt enormously.