...the doorbell rang and our nice Postal Carrier was holding a very large, thick envelope that would not fit into the mailbox.
The chintz had arrived. You may recall that we had planned on a blue-on-white print from ReproductionFabric.com. Well, I scrapped that plan. The fabric arrived, and though it's very nice, the color is totally off from what I exptected--tan rather than cream, navy rather than a medium blue. And the weight of the cotton leaves something to be desired for a flouncy, delicate jacket and petticoat. Mother is getting some new curtains or a tablecloth out of it instead.
So I went back to an old standby--ordering Indian block-print cotton from ebay.
Gratuitous shot of chintz:
What I love about this fabric, aside from the gorgeous hand-done block print, is the hand. It's just plain old cotton, but it shows you what cotton can be--whisper light, crisp, drapes beautifully. It's incredible the difference between this stuff and the cotton you buy for quilting or whatnot.
Another gratuitous fabric shot, this time crumpledy:
I found myself with an otherwise free weekend, so hosted a little craft party with some friends from work. We knitted, scrapbooked, and played with invitation designs for my engaged friend's wedding, all while enjoying a bottle of wine, homemade bread with Brie, and laughter explosions. And I sewed. First I took out the basting seams from the lining/muslin I made to fit on my mother. This was a novelty to the other ladies--why the heck would you stitch something up and then take it apart? I explained that I had cut the lining first, basted it (which hardly counts as sewing up) and then fitted it on Mother. Then I used the adjusted lining (barely adjusted--I can eyeball my mother's figure pretty well at this point!) to cut the fabric.
Then I did up the long seams on both the lining and the chintz. Unfortunately, I haven't a dress form, so this is the best I can do in terms of an "in progress" shot:
The stomacher. So cute. I think I might jazz it up with rosy pink ribbon.
Finally, I had enough darting up and down stairs to stitch up seams on my sewing machine, missing the fun in the great room with the other ladies, so I started working on some pinked-edged, box-pleated trim. This will probably be for the sleeves. Since this fabric is so sweet, it lends itself well to some extra flourish.
Still to come--setting the sleeves, attaching the lining, press-press-pressing, playing with trim and flounce, and whipping up the petticoat. I am very tempted to order more fabric to ruffle out the bottom of the petticoat...but I think I'll refrain.