When I did French lessons I really loved it when my teacher would say my name in her gorgeous accent and make me feel like a movie star. I would immediately imagine I was kicking it back at some rad chateaux with my Parisian fiance Pierre (bonus point for using a French word!) who would bring me a sassy Burgundy, a plate of fine cheese and a croquembouche cause those things are rad. But what would this dream Ar-marn-dah be wearing? Breton top? Beret? Pencil skirt? These kind of thoughts plagued me when I should have been conjugating verbs and may explain my complete lack of progress in French class. But thankfully, Deer & Doe has proven to be my French style guru and I am back with yet another Sureau.
Yup. No content with my muslin turned epic floral tuxedo I decided to have another bash at Sureau with a gorgeous cotton I picked up on my first visit to Tessuti Fabrics in Surry Hill last year. I had originally planned to make a top with this but realised I had bought waaaay too much fabric and I could squeeze out a dress instead. Thank you Past Amanda for being overly cautious with fabric purchasing.
This was another standard make. The only adjustments I made was to go sleeveless and pinch an inch out of the centre back at the top. I love it when patterns don’t require much adjustment! Less time spent adjusting patterns equals more time eating cake. Win!
What I liked about this pattern:
- It’s French. Oh la la! Now that I have made this once the instructions were easy to follow.
- My mad facing skills. Normally when I sew facings they resemble mutated dragon wings trying to wrestle their way out of a garment. They flap, bunch and fold and stick out at weird angles- you know, the norm. But this time I pressed like a boss, understitched like a mad thing, and prayed to the sewing gods that it would lie flat. Huzzah! For the first time ever I have sassily svelte facings. I may be forced to carry this frock round in my handbag to show it off.
- If I go another sleeveless version I will draft a sleeveless facing instead of hacking up the sleeved one that comes with the pattern. I mean, I like to think I sew on the edge but taking my shears to fabric when it is already attached to my frock was borderline terrifying. But Amanda, I hear you say, surely you could have unpicked the pieces and trimmed your facing to fit separately? Oh, gentle reader, I could have but in reality I was lazy and that was just too much effort. But lesson learned for next time and I won’t be repeating that mistake again.
- SLEEVES! It’s time I have a bash at a dress with sleeves. I’ve made sleeved tops in the past but for some reason I am developing a sleeve phobia. I need to get over this because we are steadily marching towards autumn and temperatures under 25 degrees. No more sleeveless! And yes, I have overused the word sleeve in this dot point. It’s starting to lose its meaning now. Sleeves. Sleeve. Sleeeeeeves.