Here it is – one ill-fitting frumpy frock, finished and ready for the presentation. I feel so good about it because I have actually finished it in advance. I won't be stressed the night before the presentation because my dress isn't finished. I might be stressed about something, but it won't be that.
"You look like an old lady!" said Mike. "Good!" was my rejoinder. (My fear is that I look like an old lady anyway.)
I resist the urge to say I'm disappointed in the dress – or in myself. In a certain sense, the project was doomed from the beginning and I knew it. But I also believe a certain authenticity was achieved. I used a pattern printed in 1931 and the model for that size 16 pattern was tall and thin whereas I am short and "matronly." I made the best of a bad situation. Perhaps 1930s farm wives did just that. And I did not want my Ina to be stylish.
I knew the fabric the minute I saw it in the store – a drab gray with tiny white print flowers. In honor of the holiday season I chose red buttons out of my mother's button box – still on the card but obviously vintage. A shawl and a white apron will complete Ina's attire. I have a hair net, too. What about her shoes and stockings? I don't know what kind of shoes farm wives wore in the 1930s. Surely something utilitarian and not fancy. KW