A beautiful thing irony, or rather blind intuition. As if spending most of Thursday night/Friday morning making a piece for a client wasn't bad enough, I went full throttle and (blindly and intuitively) started creating a personal piece out of slack polyester. Yellow slack crepe polyester at that. Scrap indeed, it frays like a really angry women (what my darling nephew calls a bitch), is unneccessarily heavy and also sheer (how?). Operative words being full and throttle. Polyester dress, 5am, normal circumstances: No no no honey, I'm sorry but I can't pencil it in. Buuuuuuut, I had a date with Portobello and a friend friday avo and I wanted a summer dress. This was the mustard seed. Bored with my wardrobes state of affairs anything would do.

The comedy was: what was meant to be a summer dress mutated into a hulk of a very dressy dress. I magic-ed this juvenile fabric into an obedient alter neck dress with ruffle detailing - my luck I had about a metre and a half of the thing. The beautiful irony is that Friday avo saw a phonecall alerting me that the wedding that was supposed to be on Saturday was actually hours away. Au reviour Portobello. But then, what great luck! No faffing around looking for something to wear, I just made it! Grabbed my navy sweater, red ring, red clutch, slipped on white sandals and did my little Carrie run out of the door. Tres sexe et la ville - some French speaking person will probably tell me I got that all wrong but for reference it was to read 'sex and the city'.

*Mind you, A* efforts in garment production has meant a D- delivery of photography so excuse my action shots, I was (in inverted commas) "celebrating" at a wedding after all, work and the idea of it was in North Pole with Santa at the time.

Me Me