Frankly, I never would have thought that when I took this
selfie in front of mirror that this fantastic piece of Flora's frippery
would be ending up at the Mercedes Benz Brisbane Fashion Festival.
Parading this Wednesday night.
I'll give you an update, don't worry.
It'll be included in a tribe of other Hat Box lovelies.
I dreamt up the design after one of
the chalkface workers gave me a bunch of peonies for my birthday, even though I was
and had declined the forth-coming Birthday morning tea shenanigans, she sought
me out to give me a gift of flowers.
Those forms and hues were lovely.
I dyed up a batch of satin.
And started crafting.
Not sure what the OOTD or night for the Fashion Festival evening will be.
I feel under-pressure.
Might trot out the Judith Leiber minaudiere Poodle.
And drape that that hand-dyed Akira Isogawa mesh remnant around my neck, that
I embellished a while back.
The rest will have to be basic black at this rate.
I might try and draw bit of inspiration from Karl.
I'm only shopping in my own wardrobe.
In other news:
I can't stop thinking about this Black Singer.
I am love.
I got the tip-off from a junior worker, who said, 'Miss, stop, you really have to listen to me this time, there's
these special limited edition black Singer machines at Spotlight stores, on sale - you have to get one."
And, get one, I did.
It's design is an ironic take on the old black enamel and steel machines.
A modern day equivalent of shiny black plastic with chrome features.
Electronic stitch selectors.
That free-arm detaches, don't worry.
It's got a huge storage space in it, too.
It'll never take the place of the 35 year old Bernina.
That never fully recovered after a long session of stitching a while back.
But it just might make- do.