Glen Foerd is a late 19thc riverfront estate north of Philadelphia proper, and this first JAotD was a fundraiser for the mansion. It's a lovely site - the riverfront hasn't been developed along this particular stretch, so it's easy to pretend you're back in Oldey-Timeys - and the grounds are a public park when they aren't full of people in 20s dress.
I wouldn't have been up unreasonably late finishing my dress if I hadn't hemmed it without checking to see how long my apron was. Unsurprisingly: longer than I hemmed the dress. Unpick, unpick, resew.
|Sorry for the blinding white apron. I even toned it down from the original blinding brightness...|
This is easily the dumpiest dress I've ever made, hands down. And the apron perpetually crept upwards, as you can see here, and looked sort of dweeby. But I did not melt in my wool dress, as long as I wasn't in direct sun. (And in 90-degree heat, I melt in direct sun anyway.) Actually it was very comfortable in the shade; the awful humidity we've had this past week has finally dissipated. Just in time for a costume party!
Made sure to get apron-less pictures of The Dumpiest Dress when I got home...