Part Two, in which “simple” becomes quite complicated Cindy showed me a sarong style wedding dress she liked; a nicely made, two-piece garment from white charmeuse with orange trim that seemed really affordable. “Why are you not just ordering this?” I asked. “I don’t like how it comes up at the waist and shows stomach,” […]
Part One, in which a friend asks a favor. “I need you to sew my wedding dress,” my friend, Cindy, said during a break at a work conference recently. I nearly spat my coffee out laughing. “No!” “Why not?” “One, my skills aren’t wedding dress appropriate,” I said. “Two, you’re a demanding bitch and impossible […]
After she passed in 2005, I had a hard time going into her sewing room. I”™d gone in during one early, wine-fueled blitz with my first sister-in-law, Vonda, to divvy up Mom”™s fabric stash, but we”™d agreed that the machine should stay there for a while. For Dad.