A few days ago I was in our local Sally Ann when I noticed that the usually kind-of-crap sewing section was stuffed with vintage patterns, and a rolling cabinet of notions and accessories. A beautifully maintained Nelco (mid-50s) or so was sitting on the floor. I quickly realized that a local seamstress must have bitten the dust. Her patterns dated from 1958 (the same birth year as my ex, which gives me an odd pang still) and were carefully itemized. Each had a sticky note (for the newer patterns) or a note attached with a pin (the older ones) noting missing pieces. Given by the very random assortment of sizes and styles I'm guessing she was the seamstress for her family, whipping up dolly-girl frocks for a young teenager, or more sedate knit suits for herself.
I bowed my head for a moment in memory of a fallen soldier.
I bought the notions, and am kicking myself for not buying the machine... oh well.
Can I get away with this one? I love the black mini-version of this dress. It looks like something that Courtney Love would wear in a wildly inappropriate fashion, now. I can see her getting drunk and stumbling over Michael Musto in this. And she's 45... though I suppose comparing myself to CL isn't actually a good thing. I love the ruffles and the pork-pie neck. She looks like the cunning daughter of a naive Mom... 'don't worry, all the other kids dress like this, promise.' It's very Virgin Suicides. Except black of course. I wonder who a sweet lady in Santa Fe sewed this for.