I'm so relieved.
The dress was a success!
The dress was easy enough. Even though I don't sew regularly anymore, this was a pattern that was easy to follow. I used boning for the first time, in the back and side bodice seams, but it was no problem. The dress was finished more than a week in advance.
Well, except for the hook and eye.
Aren't you supposed to wait until the last (and I mean very last) minute for that?
Yeah, that's what I thought, so I'm not about to change that universal rule of sewing.
The hard thing about this dress was not even part of this dress. I mean I had no pattern for it, but this dress had to have a petticoat. A nice fluffy petticoat.
At first, I thought, no problem! We will just run over to a prom dress shop and pick one up. We had seen them on-line, and - silly old me - I just thought they would be in the stores. Like when I was young. Decades and decades and decades ago.
Well, we searched all over town,but could not find a proper petticoat. Turns out they are all made into the dresses now. If a dress needs a petticoat, it is part of the dress. You don't just go out and buy a petticoat anymore. What planet am I from? (Or what century?)
Now there was not enough time to order it on-line and be certain it would arrive in time, so I had to scramble and make one. No problem. You don't need a pattern for a fluffy petticoat (good thing, 'cause I sure couldn't find one!) At first Amy didn't want tulle - she was too used to ballet costumes with very stiff tulle, and she thought that would be too stiff for this dress. It had to be light-weight, soft, fluffy - but not stiff.
I just started stitching and gathering, and adding more layers, and different shades of pink, and eventually (and not a moment too soon) we got it just right. It was just how she wanted it. Fluffy, but not too fluffy. And not too stiff, or too soft.
Just right.
She'd had a very hectic week of rehearsals every evening and standardized testing for school every afternoon.
Among other things.
She had been at rehearsal that morning since 10:00am. She got home at 4:30 and wanted to be at the dance between 6:00 and 6:30 (dinner was to start around 6:30) and the location was a little more than half an hour away if we had no traffic snags. We wanted to leave the house at 5:30. She had an hour to shower, curl her hair, do makeup - everything.
And she'd been dancing and singing at rehearsal since 10:00.
Makes me tired just thinking about it.
But she was ready to go, full of energy.
Must not be late - it's The Dance!
Oh to be 13 again!
Come on, mom - let's go!!!
I had a chance to get just a few photos before we left for the dance, a couple when she got there, and a couple more when I picked her up.
She was happy with the dress (and the petticoat!).
She looked really pretty in pink.
10:00 pm came way too soon for her.
("Why can't there be a dance every Saturday night?")
Yes, I'm old but I do remember the feeling.
I'm pretty sure she had fun.
And that is what matters.
Photo taken by the Dance Photographer
Oh yes. She had fun. :)