Sooooo . . . this dress.
It has a history. In 2014, My family grew a bit. I was suddenly the mom to five instead of three. Being the slightly crazy lady I am, I decided that going an a month long road trip 3000 plus miles, by myself, with said five children was a wise plan. My husband just shook his head, knowing it was dumb and yet knowing talking me out of things just isn’t worth it at times. So I did it. I drove 3000 miles with my kids, solo parented for a month and successfully drained my emotional and parenting tank to empty.
As I attempted to refill and reconnect with my weary self, I pulled out the sewing machine. It had long been in retirement but the two of us reunited in the attempt to return my sanity.
After two window treatment projects I decided I’d attempt this dress. I diligently searched for what I thought would be the perfect fabric. I carefully and meticulously cut it out and then . . . my upstairs bathroom flooded dirty water in my kitchen, my husband announced our next relocation to a state 20 some hours by car from our house, I threw a grad party for my oldest while seeing to the house repairs, listing a house and moving. The dress found itself in a box on it’s way cross country, still in pieces.
After I found some footing in my new state, I proceeded to emancipate my poor dress from the box it had been exiled to. Joyful, I started sewing . . .
The good news . . . it’s done. It’s been a learning experience. Bad news . . .
It just didn’t turn out. So many issues, where to begin?
I didn’t do the pleats. It was just not working out and the pattern I picked in retrospect was above my pay grade. I needed way more practice and I attempted to taylor it as I went. Pretty sure that was a huge mistake.
So I took out the insert part to see if the dress could be salvageable . . .
Um . . . still a no. It’s not comfortable. It’s rather busty looking. It’s just a no. But ever the optimists, I searched my closet for the accessory that would save it from certain doom. A belt.
That would still be a big no. I know what you are thinking, it’s fine. But I have so many other dresses that I love that I simply will never wear this. It was a learning experience that is still taking up space in my closet. I may try to reimagine it into something else but overall, it’s a Flop!
I wish I could say Flop Friday is coming to an end but I’ll have another one for you next month and I’m fairly certain more in the months to come.