I love it when people are not too organised and Christmas parcels keep arriving mid January. A dear driend of mine works in a charity shop and knowing my love for all things textile sends me the occasional treasure. A couple of days ago I received a beautiful embroidered tablecloth. I went to my workshop to rescue my previous epic fail, but feeling rather deflated I could not resist testing how this material could work out for making a dress.
The curved lines of hole embroidery look deliciously feminine placed on the body. I love the look and the length but feel a bit timid to bring out the scissors. I'll need to sleep on it... for a while.