So a part of growing up seems to be watching your friends put on fancy clothing, master the art of public speaking, and dance the night away. Oh, and they also get married, I guess, but that doesn’t seem as important as Jordan almonds and centerpieces and fancy cakes, now, do they? No, not at all. Still, that’s, you know, a part of it, or whatever, so I play along, you know, just to be a good sport. And also because I wouldn’t go to a wedding if I didn’t love the people getting married, because who needs that? I’m not buying you candlesticks if I don’t think you deserve them, know what I’m saying? I’m kidding, I go off registry, COME on, that thing is for strangers! You don’t NEED an immersion blender. You need the weird arty gift I found for you in an alley. It’s really two gifts, with the bedbugs, so….you know, winning.
So my friend Betsy just got married. When I say just I mean JUST, she tied the knot two days ago in a simply lovely ceremony on top of a hill in the Catskill Mountains. She married a really splendid fellow, Raul, and together they are a stupidly attractive couple (they are both actors, so it’s part of the job description, but boy is the world not fair sometimes. I would refer you to this video.) and what’s worse is that they are blissfully happy and in love. Couldn’t you just kill yourself? Sigh. THE worst.
I’m lying through my fingers, really, because watching them get married was the most wonderful thing, I mean, seriously, it was like a movie wedding, the whole thing from the vows to the party was just gorgeous and appropriate and charming and original. And her DRESS. I can’t even:
Seriously. She looks like Daisy from Gatsby only I don’t HATE HER. How amazing does this woman look? Check. Out. The. Details:
Sidenote, here is why I think this couple is the best. They had a first dance planned, but a thunderstorm and some technical difficulties interfered with their VERY cute song choice so instead they got WAY down to some funkytown tunes. And they rocked it:
So, enough about that dress, let’s talk about the dress everyone was REALLY talking about, shall we? Obviously I mean my own creation:
I love it! I really do. I had this planned for a while, actually, and then when Betsy told me her color scheme, including these pastel shades, I was all in. I described the dress to Betsy over pedicures (which she bought me as a birthday gift because she is the NICEST and also blonde and pretty, she’s, like, a unicorn) and I said it had a lot of white in it, and she was like, in perfect deadpan, you’re wearing white to MY WEDDING? And she held my gaze for, like, a full minute before she broke and laughed. She is amazing.
You might have guessed by now, if you sew, that it’s a Colette Patterns Crepe. My mom got me the pattern for my birthday two years ago, and I bought the fabric a year and a half ago at least, and I had always planned to put them together, so this was the perfect marriage (GET. IT?) of both these things!
And I love the back, I do, the wrap is just so pretty. It’s such a special detail, I can’t stand it. And so comfortable!
See, look how happy I am about it! I love this dress, I want to make, like, 4 more. The skirt is full but not dramatically so, but the wrap makes for a perfect amount of swish in the back, and a nice amount of flare in the front. Which really worked for me during the salsa dancing later in the evening…
Construction details, sigh, okay, well I cut a size 8 because when I made myself a Cinnamon slip I cut an 8 and it was still snug in the bodice, so I thought, better safe then sorry. I could have gone down to my normal 6, though, but it’s fine, I like the ease. I made literally no changes to the pattern, I love it the way it is! Next time I would shorten the bust darts as they came a bit high, and maybe, I don’t know, did anyone else have an issue with the back not really being higher than the bra line?
Some definite slipping there, I know. So, any ideas, internets? Have you made this? Oh, I did make a change, I lined it rather than using the facings because I hate facings with a fiery passion and will go through hell or highwater if it means I don’t have to use them.
The fabric is from Paron’s, and I bought it on my first ever trip to the garment district a while ago. I ended up getting four yards for the price of two of this linen-cotton blend, which was so perfect for this outdoor wedding in the heat. AND HOW CUTE IS THE NECKLINE? I can’t deal. I CAN’T BUT I MUST.
I also made these:
Betsy wanted games for her cocktail hour, which ended up being a great distraction while the wedding party took their photos, so I made her a bunch of beanbags for the beanbag toss. Her dad made the actually beanbag targets, which are too good for words.
And there you go. Wedding. Awesome.
Oh! The name of the dress. Betsy and I met studying abroad in Moscow together, and we’ve been friends ever since. So there you go. From Russia with love. And all my love went to Betsy and Raul this weekend, how could it not? They are really really ridiculously good looking. And, like, decent people or whatever blah blah blah no one cares.
How was YOUR labor day? It’s okay to be jealous of mine, a lot of people are…