It all started with my latest curtain dress, which I wore to Serena's for dinner the other week.
|That's an old barkcloth curtain I recently scored on ebay. The bodice was from a pattern, but the skirt is made up based on the fact that there wasn't enough fabric. There's never quite enough fabric.|
|Our starter was baked figs with blue cheese and a rocket salad with balsamic vinegar dressing. There's Serena with her pussy cat, who she rescued from a rather dramatic thunderstorm.|
Anyway, I got to thinking of the first ever curtain dress I made when I was 17, thirty whole years ago. My parents had left home the previous year, so I had the run of the house and one day when I was rooting around in the loft, I found an old curtain, being used as lagging for the hot water tank. I promptly snaffled it.
I'd been up to London on a college trip and seen a girl dressed like a Watteau shepherdess. At the same time, I had a long white drop waisted dress which I loved, so they were my twin inspirations. I made the pattern up and just hacked.
|I'm channeling Mrs Andrews from that Gainsborough picture here. Surveying my back room.|
I was wearing this dress the first time I ever saw a picture of Boy George. My friend Chantal had one of his records and showed it to me in our German A Level class.
|I used to wear that Victorian petticoat all the time. It is so fragile and patched up now and those Indian leather soled slippers have holes in them. Somehow I can't seem to throw these things away. There is so much of my personal history in them.|
|These black and white photos were taken by my friend Alison who went on to do photography and fine art. She lives in Tuscany now and project manages the restoration of amazing old buildings like this one.|
Right, enough of my ramblings, I need to get back to 2014, there are things to do! Don't be surprised if you see me in a drop waister soon, I think I'm ready to revisit.