Vintage fabric is a blessing and curse.
Unearthed from who knows whose Great Aunties's world travels, time warped to you. Glossy, like thick cream and only 29" wide, it comes conveniently packaged in 5 yard lengths....And go!
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Auntie was probably a Mad Man era vixen, Harilela's sold these brocades in their Hong
Kong Hotels. |
This is more than enough for a cocktail frock or cheongsam, which I'm sure was the intent. Not so much for an 1880's ballgown, and you know that's how I like it. The dilemma is how much other visual information to add, by that I mean, taffeta-lace-embroideries? Do I drape the brocade with other fabric and lessen its appeal, or go a little more spare and let it speak for itself.
Hey Muse.
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| The vintage trim and my favorite scalloped edge. |
I finally used the velvet and metallic trim I've had for years and was keeping for just the right thing. Some may think of it as a bit hoardy, I like to think of it as eventual grave goods. You can't use all the things, but you can leave them for someone else to find.
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| I decided on side panels of embroidered silk with a golden taffeta lining |
A liberal application of sew-on sparkles later, it came together, if a little slowly. When you have scraps left there is no do-over.
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| Post ball, after larks and hi-jinks, shockingly gloveless but surrounded by friends. |
Ever Your Thimble Servant,
Miss Brilliantine
