I take back all previous aspersions cast against sartorial bows. I fought too hard for this one.
I won’t go into too much detail, but to give an idea of how long this feature took me to figure out here are my visual “notes to self”:
The original pattern, I dared hope not to need a fba. No such luck.
This muslin worked out. I played with it all afternoon, then we (the bow and I) felt I should sew something that didn’t require all of my concentration. By that I mean I was sick of sewing while wearing my girdle.
Picked up the pleated bodice in the morning over coffee. 5524 is too cool for me to walk away defeated. I treasure the time I have to pour into a project like this. In my usual sewing time, this would take a week or longer and I would probably set it aside for simpler sewing. She was lovely by lunch.
I have no qualms about wearing this bow on my bust. I feel I’m working on something exciting- a pretty dress. I haven’t felt this way since I used to make Elizabethan and Edwardian knock-offs in cheap fabrics as a teenager.
Lounging Pajamas, made on my break. The cloud cover outside (unseasonably chilly and delightful) makes for bad photographs, I’ll post some soon.