Malevolent Wardrobe Fairy (MWF) Mach II
So I made a dress. I love my dress. It’s approaching idolatry how much I love my dress. I got up early on Saturday morning (forced to, a la surveyors illegally in the driveway) and sewed the shoulders and hem, which were the last things to do. Then I wore it proudly with my new grey suede wedges to a friend’s wedding. Then I wore it out to dinner with the family that night. Yesterday I was just spending some quality time with it (it’s my first wearable home-made garment, we’re in the honeymoon phase) and saw sticking out of the back of the bodice a 2.5cm dressmaker’s pin. Not, you understand, one of the ones with tiny metal heads that I could have worked out between the weave, it was one with a big plastic bobble on the end. I’d have had to open a seam to get it out and no way was I going to do that. So I got a pair of pliers, grasped the bobble through the fabric and pulled the pin bit off. Now the bobble can roam freely around the bodice, and will no doubt settle in the place where it will look most stupid. And I do wonder whether it was sticking out all through the wedding and dinner.
And as of tomorrow I’m going to start wearing fetching scarves. The necessity of this was brought home to me this morning in a planning meeting, when the marketing manager stared at me and said in front of everyone “You have got the most massive hickey on your neck”. Needless to say, I don’t; in my best klutzoid manner I have managed to burn my neck with my 200-degree ceramic hair tongs. However, unless I go around with a small sign saying “HAIR TONG ACCIDENT” people are going to keep looking at me as strangely as they have been doing for some days now. I just put some ice on it and forgot about it, but I did wonder why people have been doing double-takes. And elegance eludes me yet again.
And as of tomorrow I’m going to start wearing fetching scarves. The necessity of this was brought home to me this morning in a planning meeting, when the marketing manager stared at me and said in front of everyone “You have got the most massive hickey on your neck”. Needless to say, I don’t; in my best klutzoid manner I have managed to burn my neck with my 200-degree ceramic hair tongs. However, unless I go around with a small sign saying “HAIR TONG ACCIDENT” people are going to keep looking at me as strangely as they have been doing for some days now. I just put some ice on it and forgot about it, but I did wonder why people have been doing double-takes. And elegance eludes me yet again.