Ever wonder what fifty tartan sashes look like all stacked up? Well, wonder no longer:
Steven's aunt and uncle are having a very swish anniversary party next weekend and I was commissioned to sew up fifty sashes for the ceilidh dancing. I definitely brushed up on my cutting in a straight line, sewing in a straight line, and ironing skillz. Oh dear god, the ironing.
With seven sewing days to go, I'm still considering making my dress. And would you believe I'm thinking about revisiting the abortive Macaron? That's right, this one:
self-drafted posh dress pattern:
The bodice and waistband are already well fitted (including the eleventy bust darts), but I'd have to re-draw the neckline. And fabric yardage constraints might mean I will have to un-Macaron the skirt too. So really I guess I would be channelling the spirit of the Macaron whilst doing the hard drafting work myself.
What say you- a plan or a folly?
**Addendum: Actually I could just wear the dress pictured above but that lacks the last-minute pathos and panic that I have grown accustomed to.