There are very few items of clothes I’ve made that have survived the entire gauntlet of the Dill Girl Quintet. Those who say boys are rougher on clothes than girls have apparently not met mine.
I made it from silk, however, because it was back in our starving student days, and my mom found this for $2/yard (gasp!) and sent me a whole bunch of it. You can see it’s been marked up with love, sent to the dry cleaners on more than one occasion, but still scarred from the little Dills that it has wrapped around.
This is not something I would make today. My style has shifted and so has my dress making, but I can’t help but admire the time I put into this (obviously I didn’t have 6 kids, right?!) From the mitered corners on the collar to the careful, exact hand stitching. I pleated that smocked section by hand, gathering each one of those folds, added that micro piping and the carefully placed pleats on each side.
The buttons aren’t in the exact correct place, but I still do that occasionally ;).
Even the inside! Please don’t check something I’ve recently made to see if it’s as pretty on the inside as it is on the out. I covered the armhole with bias, people!
So, while it’s not something I would endeavor today, I love it because it has been so thoroughly loved by each one of my girls.
It’s just a good thing that my last baby was a boy, because I don’t think it’s going to make it through Clover ;)