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Still not happy with this dress.

Auntie and Crazy Cousin made it to the airport and arrived in Chicago. I was relieved when I got the phone call because they worry me. Now they are on vacation for 14days and I have 14 days to get my car back on the road.

I did not take them to the airport my sister did. This enabled me to stay in bed until 12:30. I am so glad that the house was clean so I did not feel guilty being lazy.

Today the sewing room in clean enough to be messed up again. I got started on making some changes to the dress. I took the sides in 1 and ½ inches and redid the hem. It’s a little shorter but not really too short, I do not wear minis.

I searched for ribbon in my stash of trims to see if Betty’s suggestion would work. The ribbon trim would give it an Empire Waist look which you see a lot of this summer. So I guess I will give it a try.

I guess the real problem I had with the dress is that I did not like the way I felt when I had it on. I think that, Dresses should make you feel pretty. Suits should make you feel confident. I could not get a idea of how I felt with the dress on. Maybe It not the dress maybe I just don’t like it.

I googled “mood reflected in how you dress” and found this.

And this _

When I saw the print on the fabric that I used to make the dress I thought of the tropics. I wanted a dress that I could wear here and have people think I guess came back from a cruise. That’s not how I feel when I tried it on so it just went in the pile of UFO.

But now is completed and I will probably wear it tonight when hubby and I go to Red Lobster for dinner. I will take a picture and post it after dinner.

Have a great and dress beautifully.

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