What I liked about this pattern:
- It's French. Oh la la! Now that I have made this once the instructions were easy to follow.
- My mad facing skills. Normally when I sew facings they resemble mutated dragon wings trying to wrestle their way out of a garment. They flap, bunch and fold and stick out at weird angles- you know, the norm. But this time I pressed like a boss, understitched like a mad thing, and prayed to the sewing gods that it would lie flat. Huzzah! For the first time ever I have sassily svelte facings. I may be forced to carry this frock round in my handbag to show it off.
What I would change for next time:
- If I go another sleeveless version I will draft a sleeveless facing instead of hacking up the sleeved one that comes with the pattern. I mean, I like to think I sew on the edge but taking my shears to fabric when it is already attached to my frock was borderline terrifying. But Amanda, I hear you say, surely you could have unpicked the pieces and trimmed your facing to fit separately? Oh, gentle reader, I could have but in reality I was lazy and that was just too much effort. But lesson learned for next time and I won't be repeating that mistake again.
- SLEEVES! It's time I have a bash at a dress with sleeves. I've made sleeved tops in the past but for some reason I am developing a sleeve phobia. I need to get over this because we are steadily marching towards autumn and temperatures under 25 degrees. No more sleeveless! And yes, I have overused the word sleeve in this dot point. It's starting to lose its meaning now. Sleeves. Sleeve. Sleeeeeeves.
I think this will be my last Sureau for a little while. I am super excited to be catching up with some rad Melbourne sewing bloggers next weekend for a fabric shopping trip and I want to dazzle them with something exciting and new (translation: most likely jeans and a tee because I couldn't get everything organised in time). Until next time, peeps, stay on the look out for Pierre my imaginary fiance. Dude owes me some brie.