At the symphony last week I couldn't help but notice the stream of young girls coming out of the hall carrying their American Girl dolls, all dolled up. And so it was that I had an idea planted in my head, however obliquely, that I might, at some point, like to make my girl and her doll matching dresses. Last night, right after sitting down to watch Män som hatar kvinnor with my dude, I thought I might try to whip out a little matching number for Miss Addy at the opera...you know, without a pattern and while reading subtitles.
Addy would like you to try to avoid looking at her raw neckline (that's a long movie, but apparently not quite long enough for adding the bodice and midriff linings), but I assure you that her seams are French.
And the real point of all this is that now my sister has to bring my loudly dressed daughter and her loudly dressed doll out for some fancy singing. HA! Satisfying.