My friend is a very talented sower - not of seeds and plants but of tying thread and material together with needle to make a thing of wonder. It's beyond my patience and skill to even contemplate such a marriage of cotton and cloth. Her latest creation is a Regency dress for her sister who has been cordially invited to a Jane Austen-inspired ball. The dress is so simple and so lovely and intricate and with toned coordinated buttons - a little nod to the 21st century. I hope her sister has an elegant and poised time.
It led my friend and I to conjecture how incongruous and yet how wonderful it would be if after such a ball and dressed in such a dress, you were to let down those delicately coiffured curls and relax that upright 18th century dancing back and go for a kebab. The photo shot would have to be full length, showing elegant dress but with the wearer tucking greedily into the deliciously tasty kebab with preferably some chilli sauce trickling down the chin but not onto the dress - murder to shift a stain like that. Is it blasphemous to suggest such a thing? Would it be too much to add wellington boots or even a pint of lager? I will stop.
I'm only jealous - it would be lovely to go to a Netherfield Ball, dressed in one of my friend's dresses and enjoy a step back in time.
The creator: Sonya Smyth - contact her at www.facebook.com/thefruitiques for commissions.
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