Violette's chemise and drawers

I spent all day making these! I guess I shouldn't admit that. Oh, my gosh, Violette, do you have any idea how I toiled for you? I burned my finger on the iron while pleating the yellow lace, I sewed the wrong side to the right side, I had to re-make the drawers entirely after cutting them down too short at the crotch.

Violette is 14" high and this pattern was made for a 14" doll, so why was it so huge? Was there something wrong with me for believing that I could make Violette clothes from this pattern?

Well, reader, I was very frustrated. I am not a good doll seamstress, and I toil because it makes me feel tender to see my dollies wearing clothes I have made for them.

I like the color combination I picked in truth. The yellow lace and beige fabric actually matches her coloring well.

I think my pleating idea executed well. My intention was to try to learn to make doll clothing from scrap fabrics and trim, giving them a certain randomness.

However what I wanted was for this to look like a historical chemise and drawers, and in reality it looks like baby pyjamas.

I don't know that I am going to make Violette anything else until I can get home and shrink these patterns on the copier, because trying to cut them down doesn't really work. She may get an apron and a bunny rabbit, but that's about it for now.

Comments

Ariel Shelley said…

Violette is so cute and relaxed!! I like using vintage fabrics, too, and I like the pleated lace in the outfit. Well done!l

August 5, 2009 at 9:03 AM

Amanda said…

Oh, thanks so much!

August 5, 2009 at 2:04 PM

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