If you said a wedding dress, you are absolutely correct.
Now, you might be wondering what a wedding dress and our big move to the UK in a little more than five weeks have in common.
And before anyone offers me well meant,supportive advice suggesting it might be time for me to learn to say 'No' in a big firm voice, be aware that it is my one and only little sister that is the bride to be.
It is an honour and a pleasure to be able to make such a special dress for her. Perhaps not the most ideal time, but it would never have occurred to me not to offer to make it.
She's my sister. End of discussion.
( If I begin to complain about being stressed or tired or overwhelmed, you have permission to be blunt and point out that this was my choice.)
Bearing that it mind, I have still affectionately named the dress, 'The Horror'.
Not because it is ugly( it's actually very beautiful and romantic) but because it involves my arch nemesis, Silk Chiffon.
I hate Silk Chiffon.
A word to all brides out there who have the good fortune to have a mother, sister, aunt or friend of a friend who will help you out with your Dress for the Big Day - do consider a lovely stable fabric such as velvet or duchess silk. Calico,perhaps.
Anything but silk chiffon.
The Horror is all cut out and waiting to be sewn up. All going well, I hope to have the dress ready for hand sewing of the tiny crystal beads, by this time next weekend.
I love my sister.
I am very happy that she is getting married ,that we will be here for the wedding and that the girls will have the fun of being flower girls.
But I still hate silk chiffon