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.
Full-scale frippery!
Full-scale frippery!
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
a party-pooper
and had declined the forth-coming Birthday morning tea shenanigans, she sought
me out to give me a gift of flowers.
I know.
The kindness.
The kindness.
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.
