I don't often remember my dreams, when I do it's generally a general sense of doom - rather than a detailed memory. A couple of weeks ago it was different. Just a short dream, or memory but very clear.
I was altering a dress for
djelibeybi_meg, I had to take it in a lot because she is so slim. Now I must dream in colour because I remember the dress being mulitcoloured stripes in a lame material. A 1950's style ball gown, sweetheart neckline, strapless, full skirt. It was actually quite a dated dress. Then the Queen arrived and wanted me to some alterations but I couldn't because I was too busy
I could do Meg's though.
Maybe I'm doing too many alterations