It took me three hours to unpick the lace from my tea-dress. Three hours in which every nearby surface became festooned with tiny puffs of cream lint. The dog was sneezing. Lovely. Unpicking the stitching was not an option - it was the only thing holding the dress together down those long princess seams. I had to cut out the lace and tease the remaining edges out from between the stitches with a pin. Grrr.
I did try adding more lace round the neckline, but it was not good. So I heaved a great sigh and got snipping.
As I cut, I became quite philosophical. More and more, I realise that I am drawn to sewing clothes that verge on the "modest". I fear I may be about to be recruited to an extreme religious community if I carry on producing and wearing such garments. It is just as well I cut my hair. If I had gone out in this frock with plaits and Birkenstocks, accompanied by FL with his big bushy beard and long hair... !
So I am thinking of shortening the tea dress and lowering its neckline, tightening the sleeves and adding shoulder pads. I pinned the neck open and stuffed my shoulders with a pair of FL's socks for this picture! I am going to take it up to the knee. To make it more "vintage-inspired" than literally "vintage". Too literal, that's my problem! It will require shoes with a heel and a fair old slap of make up to pull this dress out of the scullery and onto the dancefloor - and I'm up for that!