"Why that's just something I whipped up over the weekend... Oh thank you, yes, I do have phenomenal dress-making talents... Well if you think this is impressive, you should taste my florentines!"*

It appears that all this sewing has gone to my head. I have become some sort of sewing-megalomaniac, unaware of any limit to my own talents. I have, if you will, created a monster. Of myself. Heh.

Front gathers...

... back gathers. Isn't the difference startling?

But if you wish to shout at me and tell me to stop being so vain, well, I CAN'T HEAR YOU because I'm too busy twirling in my new green dress. Tra la la la la.

I made the pattern for this myself, because I prefer to do that than to use bought patterns. It's just more fun, and I love the designing part. 'Twas my dream as a young 'un. I can't believe I've left it so long since I last sewed something - it's SO MUCH FUN! I predict many more dresses in my future. Maybe I shall even brave sleeves!

*It seems all the obnoxious gloating took over my brain and turned me into, among other things, a liar. I have never made florentines. And I imagine that if I did, they would be less than impressive.

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