Let’s begin the post with a little disclaimer. The dress looks great on the dress form, but I think it’s important to see clothing on a real, live, squishy, active human. I’m not the most photogenic person, especially when I’m trying to photograph myself. Also, I’m no Brooke Shields (though I have her eyebrows). I’m pretty good at a lot of stuff but never spent hours posing and smiling in front of a mirror. I am, however, very happy with my body. It’s useful (though I wish it were a little bigger so it’d be stronger), doesn’t get sick, doesn’t hurt and didn’t do all the stuff that other middle-aged women said it would when I hit thirty and then forty because I take care of it. I know men and women in their sixties that are way more sexy than any thirty-year-old and my dad, who takes no prescription meds, reroofed his house when he was seventy-three. Also, my mom is hot. I wish you all would get over the age thing. Forty is way more fabuloso than twenty….There.
Now that that’s over…Here’s my convertible dress. Yup, now it’s green. I didn’t like the blue so I over-dyed it with chartreuse way back in February. I finally finished the sewing and engineering a few weeks ago. I’m relatively pleased with it though I think a person with a fuller figure would have more versatility with it . The fabric is gorgeous; it’s comfortable; and seems like it offers enough security to avoid malfunctions.