1940s | Dresses

Scallops

By on July 5, 2015

You know how you have that moment when you don’t just want, but NEED to make yourself a dress? I’ve learned that the urge must be obeyed. Of course the muse strikes at inpooprtune times… like right after I got home from vacation last week. (I actually made THREE dresses in one week, but the other two are waiting for shoulder pads still, while this one is ready to go.) I’m trying to work through my stash of fabric and patterns – so I can buy more fabric and patterns, duh – and sometimes it’s just a matter of finding the right match.

The fabric, in this case, is Amy Butler Hapi:
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I love the colors, and the folk-art-inspired graphics. I bought it a while ago to go with my favorite blue shoes – trouble is, I only got three yards. I think I was riginally thinking of making a dirndl skirt, but I hardly ever wear skirts – I really prefer dresses. And three yards isn’t much to squeeze a dress out of for a full grown adult.

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Fabric rationing came to my rescue. This pattern is undated, but it very clearly hails from the Second World War, no? I still had to cut carefully because I was working with a one-directional print AND had to match that strong vertical line at the center front. I had just barely enough of the main print to eke out the dress – in true Make Do and Mend fashion, I had to cut the facings out of something else.

I started out thinking I was going to make View 2, the non-scalloped version. I quickly came to my senses.

20150705_170528Aren’t those scallops neat? I used white Imperial batiste for the yoke – the busy print needed a bit of contrast – and added a wee self-fabric tie. The whole project came together smoothly – I worked on it for about a day and a half – and I’m proud to say the entire thing came out of my stash. I even sewed it together with black thread because I did’t have anything else that matched. (Don’t worry, it doesn’t show. Mostly.)

I wore my new creation to church today, and thought I’d share some pictures that weren’t taken in my smeary bathroom mirror. Instead I got my 12-year-old daughter to take a few snaps of me outdoors. As you can see, we had a little help.

20150705_162307(Yes, she was licking my pantyhose. Imagine if I’d done as I’m told they did when nylons were unavailable during the war, and painted my legs with gravy!)

20150705_162334That’s better…

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I think she likes it, don’t you?!

 

 

 

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