So I like to think taking a dress and trying to make it into a better dress, no matter how different the vision is to reality, is '
upcycling'.
The
HTB just sees it as comic relief as
Bexy gets really angry stuffing up her craftiness wannabe once again. And swears like a sailor and curses the day her sewing machine was brought into the world. And damns craft to the fiery depths of hell. And swears some more and empties the dregs of the pantry looking for alcohol, only to find a tiny bottle of cointreau used in cooking once.
PS - I quit my job today. I am totally pissed and posting. Dangerous.
But this is my new dress! And yes, also my new ink. Have I mentioned I am totally in love with Danny from Tattoo Magic on Gertrude St? He is my god, he drew me my phoenix and has dreamy eyes. It's a work in progress, colour to come over the next few weeks.
The only other photographic evidence I could find of the old dress was Christmas 2007. I have clearly spent too much time at the beach as I am way too
blonde and way too freckly and am channeling a
GC housewife. In short - I hated the top and the straps so I cut them off, made it strapless and added part of a $0.50 valance as decoration.