In 6 weeks I’ll be bridesmaid for my sister.
I popped out west* this weekend for my dress-making appointments. The dressmaker has gone from taking measurements yesterday morning to virtually having the whole dress done. We had four sessions in her little workroom in a 24-hour period. We left the dressmaker late this morning and all she has to do is finish the hems, add the lining, sew in the zipper and iron the damn thing.
This woman is a machine. A brilliant dress-making machine.
I also managed to squeeze in a hair trial, makeup trial and watch my nephew in the ANZAC parade.
I’m exhausted, and that’s without the 8+ hours of driving.
Here’s me at the 2nd fitting yesterday (with trial hair). I’m holding the wrap across my gut:
And here’s me at the 4th and final fitting this morning with trial makeup and morning-after trial hair:
* “Popped out” aka driving 3 ½ hours yesterday and 5 hours today (damn you, holiday traffic in the blue mountains!)