Really, my timing is impeccable. Two days ago we decided it was time to close the last window, bringing the smell of winter in with us on our coats and our skin. As of last night, there are now four instead of three blankets on the bed, one down, two wool, one poly something; outside temperature is 33, inside, oh around 54. Reminds me of the two winters I spent in a loft in Bushwick with no heat in my bedroom. Though that was more like 57 degrees all winter, and consisted of 7 blankets, a hot water-bottle for heat (I know, I’m a grandma), and a woolen full-body onesy over my usual pjs. But back to Maine, where we didn’t get the snow that the weather channel called for, but still. I think winter has begun. What better time to do a final fitting on my summer dress.
Top left is the newly inserted lining inside the bodice (the vertical lines are were the boning is encased). The blue ribbon serves as a zipper guard, hidden inside the dress. The gathering on the dress front is the faux-sarong skirt detail, though I omitted the flap of fabric that would typically hang from the gather detail, like the end of knotted fabric on a true sarong wrap,
In other news, I wasn’t so productive in my studio yesterday as I had hoped. Instead I turned the apples and cranberries from a couple days ago into a delicious jam. Yum.