Elisalex, I can’t help myself

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My mother tells this story of my banjo playing grandfather (Pa Pa). During the war, while in Borneo, he was a radio signaller by day and entertainer by night. I have some hand drawn posters of him during this time and he is called Banjo Parton (a play on his name and the Australian bush poet). Anyway, he was pretty straight laced and whenever he tried to write a tune, no matter how he tried, it always came out like God Save the Queen!!!

Why am I telling to this story?

Well, I am experiencing something not dissimilar. Everytime I make something, despite my intentions, it turns into an Elisalex!

This dress is no exception. It was supposed to be a version of this vintage pattern and one by one, things went wrong. The sleeves were way too tight (thanks to the quilting cotton), the
angled bust darts sat way too low. Just for starters.

Do you have those sewing days when you truly believe the dress is cursed?!

Anyway, despite much unpicking and restyling, I have a finished product. The waist seam at the back is about three quarters of a cm out after inserting a dress zip but I will be damned if I am going to unpick it! I will wear a belt (or just kick anyone in the shins who notices and mentions it).

Saying all this, I am pretty sure I will get a lot of wear out of it. The wide dirndl skirt is a little longer than I would normally have but felt like a little swooshing!

I wore it to Westfield Chermside yesterday and got a few nice comments!

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