Last summer, while visiting my parents, my mom helped me fit my muslin for Vogue 8766, and she decided to test out our modifications using some fabric from her stash. She started making this dress, and when I tried it on in October, it was too big like the version I had made myself. That did make me feel a little bit better because it meant my sloppy sewing wasn’t entirely to blame. Fast forward to when I was visiting my parents this past March, and I found the incomplete dress in my mom’s sewing room and tried it on. Through the magic of pizza, it fit! So I asked my mom to finish the lining, and she did and sent it up to Seattle when she was done. It’s once again a little bit on the big side, but that’s what belts are for. It’s a nice colorful dress for spring, and I plan on wearing it to death. This whole experience has made me give up on the idea of making perfectly fitted sewn garments, and oddly enough, that’s actually renewed my interest in sewing dresses.
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