I don’t really know what hit me.
Let me rephrase. This black bouclé hit me like a freight train, I seized the roll, hugged it to my breast, and dragged it around the third floor of Mood until Kway and Eric assured me I could leave it by the cutting tables, it would be safe.
YOU KNOW I WORRIED ABOUT IT, LIKE BAMBI’S MOTHER, TILL THE FIRST SNIP.
There was no need for concern, the third floor is truly a piece of heaven. And apparently they filter something mind-altering into the air up there, as I not only chose a black bouclé, I chose the black side of the black bouclé. Editor’s note: Tons of bouclés online here. Just make sure to choose a lighterweight bouclé if you’re going the dress route like Oona
Yep, this scrumptious yardage works on either side, and one is heavily charged with gold. But something about that dense deep dark made me go for the more “demure” side. Maybe it’s the change in lighting in the US? Losing a hour of daylight may have taken a piece of my mind with it…
It definitely took a piece of my photo skills. Dark + cold = indoor blogger photos. I’ve heard it’s hard to photograph black. As I’m usually photograpping prints of multi- and techi- colors, I’ve never suffered this problem. It’s troubling.
Whoops!!! What happened back there?! Weeeeeell, I decided to be smart and cut the side back & front elisalex bodice panels on the bias, thinking it would look really cool. It does, in real life, I was super OCD careful about pattern placement and getting everything just so, underlined it with organza, silk thread basted it, the whole shebang…
But this dress, I beat her to death, I forgot that my dress form IS my measurement up top, and is SMALLER THAN than my measurement down below, not the other way ’round, and well. Hilarity ensued. I unpicked this thing till the cows came home.
I’m pretty hard on my fabric, truth be told. Much like my electronics. And my dishware. My cat. The whole lot, really. I simply expect everything to work as hard and be as tough as I am, so I treat it as such. AND LET’S FACE IT I’M ROCKY TOUGH YO.
This bouclé did not disappoint in strength. It really took a nonstop beating– I was on vacation without my sewing machine, and when I got back I basically went on a maniacal bender, on this very fabric, any moment I could get. Like a lost weekend that lasted two weeks.
And truth be told there’s still more pummeling to do! I have eight “petals” cut out and ready to go, with great schemes of making them into a removable overskirt. That’s still happening…. I just need to get over the bouclé hangover first. I think a little color will help.