My delightful daughter was able to come home for a weekend and tried on the boned bodice and skirt muslin.
WoW! The bodice was spot on less a little bit of easing along the upper edges. The skirt? HOME RUN! Seriously, she looked so relieved I had to laugh!
Did she think I was a hack and that she needed to be saving money for a back up dress? I think so :) I believe she has been reliving a piccolo recital for 4 1/2 years. This may be enough to erradicate that memory.
DD is a wonderful flute and piccolo player. The summer of her junior year in HS, she won a district competition and was invited to play her piccolo at the Washington State Music Teachers Association conference at Washington State University. This was a great opportunity for her as she was planning on attending WSU, where she thought she might minor in music. She had played for the flute proffessor in Master Classes before and she was going to be able to have an hour with her while we were there on this trip.
I hadn't sewn for her for YEARS at that point. At least since the 5th grade when she told me it was "okay" if I didn't want to smock for her anymore. By that time, I was working quite a bit of overtime and there was really no time to sew anyway, but I very much wanted to make her something to wear for this performance.
It was going to be in June, which is wicked hot in eastern Washington. I had a sweet blue cotton floral print that did wonderful things to her eyes. I stitched up a surplice style dress with a bright yellow waist band covered with machine embroidery. Is was really very sweet and DD seemed on board.
As we checked in at the University, we saw the other students who would be playing over the course of the 3 day event. And to my horror, every single one of them had formal wear. They were going to perform in FORMAL wear and I had this sweet blue cotton floral print dress that suddenly looked like what it really was: a dress for a 5th grader. I hustled her up to our room, which was like an oven, dropped our luggage and said "Come on, we're going to find you something suitable to wear". To her credit, she would have worn that dress. She would have suffered the indignity in silence. But there was no way to mistake the look of relief that washed over her face.
Off we went to Moscow, ID, just across the border. That's where I went to college some 30 years prior. There was nothing there then, but now they had a mall, they had real human grown up girl stores, and we found a nice black skirt and an emerald green patterned top that did BETTER things for her eyes. She even got a new pair of shoes out of the trip as the summer sandals we'd brought wouldn't do, either.
In the end, she looked lovely. She played wonderfully. We both grew up that night. Correction. I grew up. She already had, I just hadn't noticed.
But I digress... Now that the fitting has been done, it's full speed ahead. Today I cut out the underlining layers. Swiss batiste will be next to the satin fashion fabric, followed by a layer of flannel and topped with organza. I wanted the flannel to pad the bra area but found the texture telegraphed through to the satin. the batiste solved that problem. The flannel isn't stable enough to provide a good surface to catchstitching the seams to, hence the organza on top. The samples worked great, so I'm ready to start assembling. Hopefully, I'll have something camera worthy by next weekend. I also made the bias tube spaghetti straps.
Next up is the full fabrication of the skirt muslin with all of the gores and train. I'd like to work on that next weekend so it's ready when she comes home for Thanksgiving.
Favorite Tool for this week: the knee lift on my sewing maching! It came in handy as a third hand as I got ready to stitch the bias tubes for the straps.