Anyhow, I was very busy last Friday as two of my dear friends were getting married the next day and the bridesmaids dresses needed some last minute alterations (tip to any future brides who read this blog - be in the same country as your dressmaker...). This meant I got to spend a very pleasant day firstly helping with the church flowers, then a little light biscuit arranging before a small but dedicated group of seamstresses settled into one of the hotel rooms and got down to a nice afternoon of stichery wizardry. I freely admit to adoring all things wedding so I had a very pleasant time and left in the late afternoon satisfied with a good job well done and very much looking forward to going to the wedding the next day.
Then I remembered I'd completely forgotten to take the time to go into town and buy a fascinator to wear. Oopsie much? But it was late and I was tired so I decided to do without. After all, the world wouldn't end because I didn't have a frivolous bit of net and fake flowers would it?
Clearly my subconscious disagrees with me because I woke up early on Saturday full of creative impulses. I rushed down stairs, found the scraps of fabric left over from the dress and carefully cut the applique flowers out. I put a little tuck in the middle of each to make them more 3D then stitched them together. I rummage through my hat trim bottle produced sprays of crystals and these also got stitched in and the whole thing got glue gunned to a handy hair clip. In less time than it took to drink my morning cuppa I had a fascinator.
Here's a close up of the fascinator (which got me some funny looks when we took the pic!). And below is the complete outfit. Bonus points if you recognise the frock!
Sorry for the overly wordy post, but I felt this was a story worth sharing. Hopefully you enjoyed it and I'll be back on Thursday with news of my sewing teaching prowess hopefully!