Even now, I can't explain why I love this fabric. The colors are bold but clever, but that flower print? Why do I like it? I don't know, but I even thrifted a lavender tank top to match it. I don't even like purplish colors!
I love this pattern, which Rebecca introduced me to: a gored skirt with wide pleats, putting the
fullness where it looks good. Unfortunately, my skirt turned out a little big so I sewed belt loops on it and wear the mustard-colored belt with it. Easier than taking ripping out a pocket and a waistband.
And yes, Phoebe really did get down on the sidewalk on her forehead, wailing, when I told her we were not, in fact, going to the park but were just strolling so Genevieve could get some snaps of my skirt.
Phoebe puts her forehead on the floor and cries when situations do not please her. When I am not keeping a straight face, I am wondering where oh where oh where did she learn that kind of drama? Is it biblical? Hollywood-starlet-brat style? She's a cool cat otherwise, so it just kills us when she turns on the drama.