It’s been a helluva week. My washing machine finally died on me, though I have a fantastic laundry bag to take to the launderette…
I completed my fourth working week in the new job (yay, me!) and I launched a writers’ retreat in rural Kent. (If you write children’s or YA fiction, want to pretend you’re on the set of Downton Abbey, and hear me jaw on about publishing, you should totally book a place!)
Oh, and Ella celebrated her first birthday! She totally let rip. I mean, totally let rip…
So, in the face of all that, how’s a girl to find her zen place? By sewing a kaftan, of course!
Next weekend, I’m going to a 70s-themed fancy dress party. I decided to go as Elizabeth Taylor in her kaftan period and set up a Pinterest inspiration board. Elizabeth Taylor may be the most beautiful woman in the history of the world. I’m going to fall a long way short of mimicking her – but that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?
I sourced a vintage kaftan pattern from Etsy and popped down Walthamstow market for fabric. I was going to buy something cheap as chips and synthetic as heck, but I quickly realised that the above affordable silk was a much better option. £6 a metre from the man outside Sainsburys and a joy to work with.
This thing’s a monster! It swallows up a whole four metres. (Though I just had enough scraps left to make myself a fifth pair of Amerson pants.)
If I’m honest, I’d expected this to be a bit of a drag to make. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I totally adored the process. It helped a lot that I already knew to cut out my silk with it pinned to paper. Cutting out was an experience! The main body of the dress is made from two mahoosive pieces.
I was intrigued by how a kaftan comes together and really enjoyed the learning experience. I added some extra stitching at the base of the V neckline because that takes quite a lot of strain. There’s a totally unnecessary but cute button closure at the back of the neck.
Ten out of ten to this marvellous pattern! I’m not sure what I’ll do with this dress once the party is over. Cut it up to use on other makes? Or save for other fancy dress parties?
I have my wig, my jewellery and my false eyelashes. I need to practice pencilling in those remarkable eyebrows. I think that’s everything. You want to see me in my wig? I don’t know. Any Richard Burton types out there might stumble across my blog and fall passionately in love, showering me with diamonds the size of doughnuts. I’m not sure I can risk that. Oh, go on, then…