Or the other way around, flesh in the dress, but that would be speaking of myself a bit too coarsely. Hohum. I shall be quiet now.
I talked about my outlandish experiment of seeing if I could interpret a pattern and sew something worth wearing. Here is the photo to prove that I can, although the proof was only ever necessary for my strange compulsion – quite mercifully in this post-modern world, no one else cares less if you can or can’t sew.
Okay. It might still not have the straps sewn on or the hem taken up. It’ll get there.
