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6 weeks 6 dresses

Week one Dress one


I have used the pattern several times. I love it because it is easy and the dress is comfortable. I think the next time I make it I will have to make some adjustments to the size, SMALLER! Yahoo for that.




Week 2 Dress 2


Once again super easy and very comfortable. Also It was and UFO that is now and WIP. I need to put the hem in. This was very easy to complete because I was well into week 3 and still had no week 2 dress. But I should hem it tonight. I top stitch the neck edge and arm holes with the blue that I used to make a long scarf. Hopefully it will give some design to the dress.




Week3 dress 3

This dress is a challenge because I need to increase the size of this one. The last time I made this dress was the year we had a house fire which was before I got married. I have been married for 6 or 7 years so I increased in size the pattern size did not.

So I know this will take me a little more time than usual.


The print is the lining and the contrasting collar and the blue is the dress.
Sewing on this one should begin tomorrow after work. It took me all of Thursday evening and part of Friday evening to make calculation for the size adjustment and then determine where to make the adjustment on the pattern.




By then end of week 4 I should have this dress almost done. Keeping my eyes on the goal ahead.

Comments

Anonymous said…
yOU WILL LIKELY BE FINISHING ALL OF YOUR DRESSES AND THE HEM AND ARMS ON MINE WILL STILL NOT BE CLOSE TO BEING COMPLETED. HA HAH A.

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