So you know when you see something and you know in your soul that you must have it? Well that’s exactly what happened to me when I seen the Closet Case Files off the shoulder Nettie hack. All reason went out of the window and on Saturday morning I decided to make it in order to wear it that night. Good one, Amy. At this point I remembered that I didn’t own a strapless bra but that didn’t even stop me! Thankfully the whole thing came together beautifully and was hemmed just in time to catch the train into town.
I am naming this my Hamburglar dress… The resemblance is uncanny.
This fabric is from my recent eBay haul and I didn’t realise that it was quite badly off-grain! Trying to line everything up was the most time-consuming and frustrating part of the whole process. I will admit to shouting some choice words within the confines of my empty house. I lined up the stripes as best as I could, threw caution to the wind and sliced into the fabric. There are a few instances where the lines don’t match up perfectly on the side seams and there isn’t enough patience in the world to make me to match up the sleeves with the bodice. It got the A-OK from my uber-critical man-friend so that’s good enough for me.
Looking mightily pleased with myself there. I would like to point out that these pictures were taken when I returned from the night out ever-so-slightly worse for wear. Can you spot where I’m using the wall to steady myself? Classy as always.
I was originally going for a midi dress but it looked very strange so I sliced a few more inches off the bottom and went for knee-length. A mid-midi-length if you will. I also cut quite a thick neckband as I didn’t want tit to just look like another stripe.
Being the well-endowed fellow that I am, there was no way that I could get away sans bra. In a sheer streak of madness between sewing the neck band on and hemming I ran to the nearest shopping centre to pick up a strapless bra thinking I would be there for at most 20 minutes. WRONG. There is nothing I loathe more on this earth than bra shopping so I nearly had a full-scale meltdown when, hot and sweating buckets, I realised that I had been on the hunt for AN HOUR with no luck. Ended up paying through the nose for a Wonderbra which does the job pretty well, but I will never not resent paying the equivalent of a tank of petrol for what should basically be a human necessity. AND BREATHE.
Regardless, I truly love this dress! It will now be set aside to be packed away in my suitcase next week. Can’t wait to wear it again – strapless bra and all!