I blabbed and teased about my Oprah Dress enough, and that was a little because I don't have much to show for it.the inspiration - it used to look more like it
Will you believe me this dress was beautiful and flattering at one point, not many months ago? What was I thinking? Didn't I realize that if I had to take in 8 centimeters (that's 3.15 inches for you USA folks) in two skirts, this dress cannot in a million years be fitted in time for a dinner party?
Well, apparently I lost some weight (how much? I don't know, I don't weigh myself anymore, just take my size), and apparently I lost it all over the friggin place, and apparently fitted dresses don't look any better when you lose a lot of inches than when you gain them.
So what? Should I squeal of joy? well, yes, that's what I did a day later, but at that point I was near to tears (aren't you happy I didn't say I went into a fit? yeah, me too) - there was no way I could fix the dress in time (see all these arrows? that's just a few of the places that needed mending) and I couldn't think of anything else to wear.
Enter the Charlotte cardi. remember how I told you I am not going to take it the Park Avenue route. What the heck, I said to myself, and decided to go all the way with it: A little black dress from my favorite Israeli designer, Delicatessen, was teamed with pearls, princess-y makeup, the notorious, still button-less cardigan and Miss L-Fire shoes for a bit of irony.
I guess I'll be spending the next week or so reading closely the section on mending and adjustments in Reader's Digest Guide to Sewing.
P.S. I just got my first tripod. Please bear with me for the next decade or so, till I learn to take decent pictures with it.