Wednesday, April 30, 2014

A Frightening Journey

I am about to embark on a terrifying adventure.  Something that the mere mention of strikes fear in my heart.  I'm going to attempt to make this dress:


It's not the making of the dress, per se, that is frightening me.  It's the fact that a.) I have to add to it in the bodice length and the bottom length and b.) it has to look really nice because it is for Ms 15 yo who is going to wear it as a Damas in her friend's Quinceanera.  

Yikes, that's a lot of pressure.  This dress will be seen by many people and so I feel this extra pressure to, well, make sure it fits right!  Poor Ms 15 yo is starting to freak out a bit because I haven't started yet, but I keep assuring her that we have one month to do it so, hey, no problem.  Unless, of course, I screw it up and it doesn't fit and we have to start all over again!

Oh well, please pray for my brain and hands, that they will work well together and produce a work of art that my daughter will be proud to wear!  Or at least one that won't bring shame upon our family :)

God Bless!

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