and that picture is of the only part that's done.
Actually, these are this year's summer dresses for the girls. The plan was to make them two each. I've made one, just to test the draft. Kate wore it until it shrank (or she grew) to the point that it now barely covers her bottom.
This is such an easy summer dress that I am going to do a tutorial for it here, hopefully before winter comes. So much easier and less iffy than shirred sundresses. And yes, all knit fabric. My children refuse to wear wovens, remember? See that neckline? All the edges are bound like that - with the actual fabric itself, but we can use the natural sideways stretch of the knit to hug curves without having to cut bias strips like with wovens. So easy you wouldn't believe it.
Related: last night, while cutting out these summer dresses, I watched Night Crossing. Have you seen that movie? It's that 1980s one starring John Hurt and Beau Bridges about two families escaping from East Germany to West Germany in a hot air balloon that they made. I loved it for so many reasons:
- The men sewed a hot air balloon. A life-saving hot air balloon, for heaven's sake!!!!!! They didn't just buy it from Target. They sewed it!!!!!!!!!
- The men used one of their sons' Physics textbook to make the burner.
- The men went fabric shopping.
- The fabric store staff were exactly the same in the 1970s as they are right now - they ask you what you are making, and then look critical when you tell them. And they are disapproving when you buy in bulk. The men lied about what they were making, incidentally. I was probably channeling them without realizing it when I wrote my guide to surviving fabric-shopping with small children.
After the movie, I looked at my cutting board and bits of shredded fabric on the floor and became all existential and profound. Why am I sewing summer dresses? How are they life-saving? Who will make a tear-jerker Disney movie of my sewing pursuits? Why aren't I using my old Physics textbooks (for purposes other than weightlifting and flower presses, I mean)? Why have I just spent a year of my life cloning myself? What will I do when the world's supply of hazelnuts runs out and nutella becomes a black market item? Why have I no ambition to change history, one designer fat quarter at a time?