It' fine time for Edie's 2009 Spring Frock. I let her pick a fabric from the stash and a pattern from Girly Girl style (this is a cool etsy shop where they have heaps of such books with such awesome titles). I lovvvvve Japanese crating books. I love the smell of them. They smell like what I imagine the streets of Tokyo must smell like kind of like how the smell of burning garbage takes me instantly back to Peru. I love the models and the poses they strike; holding pretty surreal objects like toasters or taxidermied bunnys and looking so ho hum about it. No big deal. Just holding a toaster. Waiting for my toast.
I love making sense of the pattern supplement. Staring at it until the pieces jump out like those posters in University days with Jimi Hendrix's face hiding in a sea of squiggles and the poster seller just standing there beside you whispering "just relax your eyes... you're not relaxing your eyes" over and over again until you finally see Jimi or you at least say you do. While I stare I also like to pretend in my head I'm reading Japanese. Makes me feel so cosmo.
The dress was done in one nap interval. She was so excited. It's been a flowery weekend for her. The first blossoms have popped out in her garden and she's been giddy ever since she spotted that. I tried to get her to hold a frying pan for the photo shoot but she refused. I exlained why and everything. We compromised and she picked out an obscure hat that you can't even see because she stared up at the ceiling the whole time as her interpretation of the direction "look ho-hum".
I used bias tape for the neckline/tie in lieu of fabric and hmmm... not too happy about it looks a little budget but Edie's thrilled because, duh - it's pink!
This one felt good. Took me back in the day when my mom would let me pick out a project from one of her German Burda magazines. Then the next day I'd have to explain at school that the plaid knickers and matching tie set (the tie was secured around my neck with an elastic band so I can stretch it out while I talked to my junior high girlfriends as a nervous habit) will be all the rage in five years because that's how advanced fashion-wise the Germans were on us. I had lots of explaining to do. My mom made me a collection of five knickers and matching tie sets! Ah... spinning wheel just keeps spinning round and round.