Vintage Jumper

What a great way to spend such a scorching afternoon. With my Further inspired tunes (12.30.09) and a new pattern, we collaborated on this vintage inspired endeavor.

When I was just beginning to think about dress designs a couple of months ago, this was my first design, and now it has come to life! The dress is a smokey-grey linen/poly blend fabric, girls sz 5-6. I have yards of bold print vintage fabrics, but using them for the bulk of a dress seems overwhelming and I don't want to take away from the beauty of the print. I like the idea of using neutrals, with splashes of color to make a piece "pop".

I see an adult version of this in my near future :)and many more geometric appliqués paired with neutrals, especially after I invest in a new machine in the next few weeks. I am so excited with all the possibilities better equipment will give me the ability to accomplish.

Oh Happy Saturday!!!

Dress up or down I wore it...

When I was a young girl my mother made me a variety of dresses. She would often use the same pattern

using a variety of prints, calicos, florals and my favorites were the bright and bold print fabrics. She even made

me a Laura Ingalls dress complete with a bonnet that I proudly wore to Kindergarten (that dress inspired many

daydreams about me moving to Walnut Grove).

I loved these dresses. As a rough and tumbling youngster I could be seen in one of these original creations,

hair in pigtails, with my red, yellow and blue keds on for playtime. Wearing these dresses I felt special, cute and

was daring enough to press on and play with the boys without compromising the fact I was a girly-girl. I spent

time in my favorite cherry tree hanging upside down by my knees from the branches, climbing in the barn loft

searching for the spring litters of kittens that were hiding, and riding my bike through the mud puddles feeling

the splashes of the sticky cool mud on my exposed legs. When I outgrew these dresses my mother passed them

along to a neighbor with a young daughter who put them through several more years of service. My mother

expressed once that she wished she had asked her to return them upon their retirement for all the beautiful

memories she had of me wearing them.

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