A Temporary Stitch of Satisfaction

It's true what I say. "A temporary stitch of satisfaction."  My dress is held together, literally, by a temporary stitch on the collar of the dress.  And I was only satisfied with it for one wedding, not both, that I attended this summer. 

So here's what happened.  Dan and I were invited to very small evening wedding in the city along the Mississippi River.  And for many women a wedding in the city is reason to purchase a new dress.  I don't always fit that category.  Instead I raided a friend's closet in which she borrowed me a very low cut front dress, with the back missing. This was no dress for a bra. Of any kind.  The no-bra thing, well that's fine, but it was the wide bare back left me feeling a bit self conscious.  Bass akwards, I mine ass backwards? Yes.

Instead of loathing in self pity, I rummaged through my closet for ideas and found my black lace top.  Perfect! I put the lace top on under the dress and danced around until I located any flaws.  Warning: This is a vital step prior to wearing any new outfit. 

Solution: Needle. Black thread. And a simple hand stitch along the collar of the shirt and outer seam of the haltered neck line.  I ended the stitch roughly in line with my collar bone.

Sexy and covered up.  Good combo. Because of this fix, wearing a bra became optional.  The one I chose was from Victoria Secret with multifunctional straps. 

So why didn't this dress satisfy me for the second wedding?  I can assure you that I had every intention of wearing it until the moment I dressed for wedding #2.  This wedding, unlike the previous, was an all day affair.  With kids.  That bra, the one from Vicki's, wasn't all the comfortable in the strange configuration I needed to wear it and since weather turned chilly, I wasn't going without one.  "Crap! Now what?" I heard that voice shout in my head.  I began to rifle through ALL of my clothes.  Again.  No luck in the main quarry (closet). My real quest began as I entered the dungeon (basement closet), warding off any oncoming enemies (kids, husband, cell phone) and found myself face to face with Princess Zelda - my new clothing victim!  A black strapless dress that my sister wore in MY wedding.

Solution: Remove simple stitch from previous dress to retrieve lace top to wear under the strapless dress. No sewing needed!

The best part about this T-length dress is that I could wear short leggings underneath and nobody had to know about it.

Where there's a will, there's a way.
Katie May

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