my wedding dress inspiration board…

My dress form — her name is Beuhla — stubbornly refuses to grow 6 foot tall and stretch in the torso,  hence the toile is a lot more squashed on her than it will be on me — see below.  The finished version will also be less hot pink than this too 🙂

Too sick to work this week.   Instead I gently played at dress-up for an hour or so at a time, using calico and some cheap pink tulle to figure out the basic structure of The Dress.

This first toile, with its cut out piece of calico for a bodice, is simply to get some idea of how I like the style of dress on me (answer : a lot!  hooray!).  It’s three pieces: a skirt, a bow, and a sweetheart bodice.  It uses a full circle skirt, which I am now reconsidering.  I think there’s too much fabric at the bottom: that once it’s layered in tulle it will be ridiculously large, and crazy-expensive too as I’d like it worked in silk dupioni with nice tulle.  I also have to learn how to construct a boned bodice.  (Any ideas, sewing mavens?)

It made me happy to start building my wedding dress.

Something that has been making me sad, however, is the Australian wedding ceremony.  We recently found out that our celebrant will be legally required to say that ‘marriage is between a man and a woman.’

I have very strong personal feelings about this meanness (I realise they will not be shared by everyone who reads this blog, but please bear with me, for I don’t often talk politics here).  Dan and I are currently looking at options like going through the legal rigmarole the day before the wedding.  In this way we can say what is in our hearts on our wedding day, not what is written in old man’s law, and hence avoid affirming unjust sentiments in front of dear friends and family.

This weekend, thousands of people marched in Melbourne for the right to do simple and joyous things like play with hot pink tulle and plan vows.  And for the so important legal privileges that Dan and I will enjoy because he is a man and I am a woman.  What’s more, my friend and photographer-to-be Jessie was there to commemorate the day for the over 65 (!!) couples who exchanged vows.  Do have a look at her beautiful photographs.  Some of them are just heartbreakingly lovely. Please go have a look.  If you’re not convinced that this is the right thing, ask yourself what you would lose, and what the world would gain, if a few more people were allowed to say in public,

‘I love you: I do.’

Wedding dress inspiration…

%20wedding_gown_flowers [via the Flirty Bride]

Golly, what wonderful responses to my wedding dress question!  Thank you for sharing your stories.  I love these ideas and I will try ‘taping’ a mini-me as well as asking for help at Clegs.  Love Clegs!

I must admit I’ve been feeling a little scared of the commitment to Making The Dress.  Now I’m not so sure that’s legitimate, but I still have reservations.  Will I be up to it?  Will I ruin expensive fabric in the process?  And will I just get plain sick of it by the time I can wear it?  Then again, it could be a lot of fun, and I would have a dress that’s really ‘me’.

kristy hinze[Kristy Hinze, via The Age]

Mum and I have made an appointment to go meet a dressmaker in my home town, Ballarat, this Saturday.  So I’ll go talk to her and try to get a feeling for how hard this will be.  Maybe I’ll make it, or maybe I’ll work with her: me embroidering, she cutting, etc.  Oh, and Mum bought this wonderful pattern on Ebay!  Isn’t it lovely?  I wonder if my bridesmaids would be interested in wearing the short version.




Saturdays than which few are more fun: those spent trying on wedding dresses.  I’m thinking about making the dress myself, but maybe that’s crazy…?  It’s a high pressure kind of project and I’d need a lot of space.   And time.  And to learn about corsetry and boning perhaps?

Did any of you sew your own wedding dress, or plan to?  I’d love to hear your stories, and of course to know what you think this one would look like, in ivory, with a circle skirt instead of a gathered one.  I’d like to wear a light and fun dress rather than a Designer Gown of Shimmering Status Symbolness.   I want it to be mine, if you can see what I’m trying to say here.  Ideas and advice much appreciated.