A state of undress

I now have three dresses and two skirts in various stages of completion.

The Yellow Peril - aka the Wedding dress. It's getting another flounce, to see if that solves the length issue, and then I can either wear a long slip underneath or make View A - or controversially, maybe even B in lining with the flounce in the actual dress fabric - are you following me? - from the same pattern, to get over the see-throughness issue. Oh, and it needs the belt too. When it's tied back with a similar sash it looks good, in an empire line. I think the actual ties that were in the original pattern wouldn't have been much help at all.

But if my darling husband tells me I look like a crazy colourblind auntie that's been let out for the day, then we need a fallback plan.

Which is the black and white spotty dress which needs to be ripped back and resewn. That'll teach me for rushing in the first place (nearly typed 'ruching' which is a bit of a Freudian slip actually, given the kinky bit I managed to introduce in the back by the zip - hence the need to rip and resew).

Can't see me getting back to 'the Disaster Dress' for a while either, funnily enough. Might also have a touch of 'Let Out Auntie' about it.

And I ruled another skirt out because it's green, and I'm too superstitious to wear green to a wedding. Despite the fact that the bridesmaids at my grandmother's, my mother's and indeed my own wedding wore green. And the gold woo-hoo skirt - well let's just say that maybe the sequins weren't such a good idea.

Do you think I could pretend my spotty bathrobe is a kimono?

For some reason I got a bit paranoid about wearing something that I've made myself. But I do have a number of good reasons for wanting to:

If I don't wear some of the things I've made, then what's the point in making them?
Mind you that would mean finishing them.

But if I don't practice making things I'm never going to make things that are good enough to wear.

'Good enough' and 'shop-bought designer standard perfection' are not the same thing. The first are also made by the moderate sweat of my own brow, rather than third world forced labour. Oh god, get me.

I think I'm more concerned that there are going to be a ton of fashion people who are the width of rulers at this wedding. But as I'm not going to lose a stone by Saturday, I just better get on with making my kaftan.

So the question is, do I flounce the yellow peril, or fix the black spotty... or cut out the pink Doris Day, heh heh heh...

whoops think I just posted all those links wrong - eek...