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.
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.