Me at age twoish. I still have this dress.
Me at age sevenish. I wish I still had that lunch pail.
Me at age 29ish *wink*. In grandmother’s skirt.
No offense to Grandma, but I nearly froze to death in her skirt during the Covered Bridge Festival. So I’ve been hitting the sales to pick up period appropriate fabrics to make a more appropriate costume. I’ve chosen wool and silk for a cloak and reproduction calico and muslin for a dress and apron. I also found a pair of old glasses at an antique mall.
Now all I need is a fairy godmother with a magic wand to turn all this into something beautiful, because I don’t have a clue what I am doing! The last time I sewed a garment I was in junior high. I keep telling myself it can’t be that difficult. Then I open the pattern, start to panic and then fold it back up and put it away. Garment construction is a completely different thing than quilting. I’m not sure I’ve got what it takes, but I’m heading out this week for a quilting retreat and some of the ladies have promised to provide moral support. I think I’ll start with the cloak; it has fewer pieces. Or maybe I’ll procrastinate some more and just knit a shawl.