Am I testing the limits of pattern-mixing? Or just too lazy to use a different bag?
We already know the answer to those questions but my laziness has nothing to do with the story that comes with this look.
The prickly yet smooth texture of tulle and its unique scent — those are some of my earliest memories. I was three when my sister took ballet lessons. From twirling practices at home to dance recitals, I was her two-legged, rubber sandal-clad tail. I even mimicked her, trying the poses the best way my short limbs would let me. These memories could probably only fill a 1-minute time capsule; the most vivid is of me toddling quite clumsily in a sea of pink tutus. It was a dance recital and I was the little girl who invaded the stage before curtain time. It was no more than 5 seconds of feeling the tulle against my cheek and shoulders and touching pink leotard here and there. I don’t remember what happened next.
Perhaps this is why I was drawn to sewing at an early age or why I’m a fabric addict now. I can’t be sure. What I’m sure of is that these memories made me buy this ballerina-inspired dress. The upper part feels a lot like the wonderfully colored leotards my sister used to own.
When it was already my turn to take after-school lessons, my parents considered the piano. Sadly, the teacher they had in mind died. And so I took Math lessons. And learned to not like it. Such is life.