I adore this dress, but it loathes me. Clearly, it does not fit, never did fit, and without serious work, it never shall. But I love it, faults be damned. If I got rid of everything I loved over a few tiny faults I'd be on my tenth husband by now.
This is a handsewn dress, that someone put a great deal of thought and effort into. Who am I to alter it?
1940's home-sewn dress-Thrifted years ago
Talbot's silk jacket (90's I think) Thrifted .99 cents
Bangles-thrifted here and there
Butterfly brooch-Hand-Me-Ups Store
What you can't see in the photo is how long this dress is. It comes past mid-calf on me (I'm short, and the dress is too large anyway adding length)which has to be the oddest length to wear. I finally found a pair of shoes that didn't look idiotic with it, but it took several tries to get right.
By my calculation there's still an hour or so of sunshine left-I'm off to make the most of it before the snow arrives.
77 degrees F. in February, in Omaha. Something ain't right.