|Front View, in the gallery next to the concert hall|
|Back view. The flash really lights up the taffeta.|
I was more than a little disappointed to see young women wearing super short skirts, when the dress code clearly stated "full length skirt". After chiding myself for spending so much time on a gown that she may not have needed, I calmed myself by thinking "She is wearing the nicest dress on that stage." She may have been wearing the nicest dress in town (on a Tuesday evening).
|The taffeta lined with cotton broadcloth moves beautifully.|
Too bad you can't really see it.
The sleeves: were underlined with black silk organza. The lace was fairly substantial, and I toyed with only using lace, but felt that the organza would offer a some protection since this is a dress that will be worn many times. I didn't want an elbow to come poking through. Also, the organza added just enough color.
|Thread-traced sleeves (before adding gussets).|
The skirt: Stephanie wanted a taffeta skirt, since she is accustomed to borrowing mine and really likes the scroop. I suppose it's like wearing a bell around your neck: everyone hears you coming, and they turn to watch. Or at least it's fun to imagine they are. We considered silk taffeta, because I really like sewing with silk and Stephanie really likes wearing it. However, we needed 7 yards for this skirt. It's very full, and I did add eight inches to the length. So, we are happy with the nylon/poly taffeta that I found On Sale. The additional 8 inches were just tacked on to the bottom of the pattern. The "lengthen/shorten here" line just was not the right place for eight inches. Although it added a lot more fabric, for a full skirt like this one, it worked out perfectly, multiplying the flare.
|The sketches are interesting, aren't they?|
It was so much fun to see Stephanie playing with the university symphony. I was reminded of the times that I took my little girl to the performances. Shortly before the concert started, a large group of giggling college kids came in, sitting in front of us. My mother frowned and said "Oh, I don't what that noisy bunch sitting here." I smiled and said "Those are Stephanie's friends from the dorm." What could be better than your own cheering section?