The other morning I went for a walk and before I knew it my Feet had taken me to the fabric store, my Hands and Arms had pulled a bolt of lace, spotted by my Eyes, off the shelf and my Mouth asked the man to cut 3/4 of a meter. Well done, Body Parts. You pulled it off before Brain could shut the operation down with buzzkill comments like 'no time', 'stop spending moneys' or 'you don't really need another top'.
And now I have what I can easily call my favorite garment I've ever sewn myself EVER. I modeled it on a tank top I love the fit of plus added some sleevies. It's french-seamed (ooh la la) and the drape on this lace is just awesome.
It dips lower in the back- I should have gotten pictures of that...
Spring? Please? Yes? Mara and i had fun taking these pictures and my butt only got very very minorly wet so I'm calling that a tropical Scottish day.