Well, I got the new understructure sewn, boned and the fashion fabric pinned to it, and I still didn't like how the V opening sat at the waist, so I pulled out all the side seams, re-set them, and re-sewed them. Now it lays like it is supposed to. But, the issue of the Italian gowns is how the front of the V is treated. With English gowns, women wore corsets underneath their gowns to give them the desirable flat and conical shape (man, tell me THAT doesn't sound sexy!). There are no surviving Italian corsets or dresses from that period, so this subject is theoretical, and involves a lot
I think it's just impossible for me NOT to have a project to work on. And, Faire season is coming up. Who doesn't want a new gown each year? : ) The French gown is too hot to wear during the summer months, and the gold gown, well, I don't really have an issue with that one. But I did want a new gown. I wanted something fairly light and cool, and I'd been looking at darker blues and green fabrics and dreaming.
Wow, I haven't blogged in a while. When Sydney Sue was sick, especially at the end, I didn't cook much, so all of my blogs became about her and her updates, and not about food. After she passed, I took a bit of a break from things. We're getting everything back together. Jessie went to a new adoptive home a a few weeks ago; they bounced him the very next day after he kept trying to eat their cat.
The day after Shae was chattering for her dinner, we woke up early, and I ushered the kids out to potty. I went back inside, leaving the front door open for the dogs to come back in, and I turned on the coffee pot and was waiting for it to brew. Interrupting the silence, I heard a long, solemn "rooooooo". I could tell it was from Stewart. I went outside to check on him, and saw him standing on the patio, his head straight up in the air, and he rooooooed again.
It's been so hard this week without Sydney Sue. The house just seems so empty without her. She was my rock, my constant, my unflappable girl. When we woke up Tuesday morning, Stewart and Shae padded around, looking lost and sad. We went outside to potty, we made coffee. It was so quiet. I finally fed them breakfast, having had put it off so that I didn't have to deal with the reality of only filling 3 bowls. I left Sydney's food bowl where it always has been, a silent sentinel in her memory. I didn't go to work that day.
