On the Road to Domestic Rapture...

Every time I select my font Georgia, I have to sing it silently to myself, 'Georgiaaa.'


Every girl gets one shot at a bridal shower. Think about it, you only get one. Even if you remarry eighty times, you still only have the one, the first one. Baby showers aren't even that final; if you have three boys then a girl, I bet some family member or friend throws you a 'change of sex' baby shower. Bridal showers, however are where friends, family, girls in the wedding party, sisters and mothers throw the bride a party to 'shower' them with all the goodies that make for domestic bliss. Yes, let me tell you, a Kitchen Aid in green apple does make for domestic bliss.

On this note, let's look back on December 5th, 2008. The Lord and Lady were not engaged. An awkward moment was not exchanged between them; the one where Lord Derringer is on one knee, gazing hopefully into the Lady's eyes. Where the Lady, then overcome with surprise and emotion, begins to sob deeply and help the Lord off the ground.
Well, maybe that's not so awkward after all.
Anyways, a ring was purchased and they had plans to marry, eventually. Ofcourse, plans were made, ideas tossed around, and they ended up at the court house with rings in tow. Needless to say, the one shot I had at a shower was gone.

Well, was gone. My opportunity to experience domestic bliss through toasters, silverware, plates and Pyrex containers is only two weeks away.

I guess the other little thing I haven't mentioned is, I want my homestead to be like my mother's, grandmother's, great-grandmother's: where the wife cooks, cleans, quilts her quilts, embroiders her dish towels, makes her curtains. Oddly enough, the first thing I'm making myself isn't an apron or quilt, but my dress for the shower. I have boxes of vintage patterns and yards of extra material. I've opted for a dress pattern from the '50s and yellow eyelet.


Much to my surprise, I found I must of already attempted this pattern in the past because the whole skirt was cut out.


After the series of steps required in dress-making: cutting, basting, arm holes and hems; I faced another surprise at the end.


In my previous attempt at the pattern, I had only cut out one front side panel and one back side panel of the skirt. The skirt requires two of each. The worst part, I hadn't purchased enough material either. Look like the dress is going to be a little different then I had originally intended.