My youngest daughter is going to be a flower girl in a wedding on Saturday. And in a fit of derranged dementia, I offered to make her dress.
Now, I don't really consider myself a seamstress. I mean, I have a sewing machine, and I can follow a pattern, but my only formal "sewing education" was 9 weeks of clothing in 7th grade (which I chose over foods, because I heard you had to sample everything you made in foods and the first thing they made was oatmeal. I hate oatmeal). I got a C.
But ever since then, every now and again I have gotten a "wild hair" and decided to make something. Usually that something isn't quite as critical as a dress to be in a wedding, though. And if I screwed it up, I could always go buy whatever it was at Penny's or Dillard's.
Not so a flower girl dress. Usually brides are expecting something to look a certain way. Showing up the afternoon of the wedding and saying, "Sorry, it didn't really turn out, so I got this, instead," is frowned upon by Emily Post, among others.
So, here it is--the finished product. And decent, if I do say so myself! Now all of you 4H grand prize winners and home ec. teachers...don't look too close!
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