Festive Flora

This is how far along the backlog goes… a Christmas dress. I saw this lawn at Croft Mill and thought that it was suitably festive. It has red berries, or maybe baubles, on a darker background and it’s very light and floaty, perfect for Flora’s wide, pleated circle skirt, without sticking out too much. A fabric with more body, like quilting cotton, sticks out too much for me and puts me in mind of one of those toilet roll covers.

Ta daah. Lots of fabric in this skirt.
Ta daah. Lots of fabric in this skirt.

I did remember the last time I made a Flora dress the bodice was a disaster for all sorts of reasons. The fit wasn’t brilliant and in order to stop the dress billowing out at the back I just narrowed the back seam, making it too tight in the middle. I had to sit bolt upright the whole time I wore it. I was sure that the tank bodice option would gape around the neck and, generally, I wasn’t feeling very optimistic until I completed a muslin and – yes! The neckline was fine.

The shoulder straps represent the only really tricky part of the bodice. If I had been sensible I would have shaved off a smidge from the lining fabric pieces to ensure that they did not peek out even a tad. I think they do a weeny bit but the lining fabric (a calico from Ikea, I’m ashamed to admit) is pretty much the same as my skin colour so I think I get away with it.

Ta daah. Lots of fabric in this skirt.
Ta daah. Lots of fabric in this skirt.

I chose the high-low skirt option and for some reason thought that a ribbon bound hem would be a fantastic idea as it can be seen from the front. It would have been a great idea had I not run out of ribbon halfway through and had to use, well, several sorts of ribbon to complete the hem to a tight deadline.

I am pointing at the neighbours' annoying tree.
I am pointing at the neighbours’ annoying tree.

The only real alteration I made was adding in-seam pockets. They nestle nicely in Flora’s ample skirts. Having had all my valuables removed from my handbag at one Christmas party a few years ago, I would prefer to keep my nearest and dearest items in my pocketses. There is something liberating about pockets generally. I have been experimenting with carrying a very small bag and, at times, not carrying a bag at all. Suddenly one feels less tied down. And naturally, if one is at a party with lots of fizzy wine, having things like your Oyster card and phone physically on your person at all times ensures that you return home with these items.

I am picking up a thing.
I am picking up a thing.

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