You might think that a fabric intentionally made to look like a house painter’s trash wouldn’t involve much fussy cutting. But I did want to ensure I didn’t center one of big splotches on my, um, rear. That would be awkward. So while the way I cut it does look a little weird, I think the alternative would be worse!
You can’t see it all that well in this photo, but there is a faint little streak running across my collar bone. Every time I look in the mirror I think it’s a wrinkle and try to smooth it. Oh well, you can’t predict everything I guess.
Because I love this fabric so much I didn’t want to ruin it with a poorly fitting dress, and I made up a muslin. Murphy’s Law kicked in, and my weight changed between then and the real thing. I should have thought about this. I did not. So my Dropcloth Peony is a little big. Best laid plans, etc., etc. It’s roomy enough for all my needs though: