…well kind of. It’s for me! After much pattern adaptation, some serious improvisation and frankly more error than trial, I have a wearable dress! Did I mention the profanities and the gin? Unfortunately, we have rather a lot of cushions at home in the same fabric, so I look a bit like I’m in camouflage if I sit on the sofa, but at least I’m a matching accessory! Would benefit from an extra press (sorry mum), but I was too excited to get the photograph on the blog! Incidentally, the outer fabric was inherited from my partner’s mum, the lining was an old cotton bed sheet and the zip was from Keech charity shop! I splashed out.