|Almost there! That fold creeping from the |
left neckline will be coaxed into position
closer to the neckline by tiny loose
Round two had produced a decent effect, but I felt, well, too Greek, too round, and I had decided to abandon the idea of a poufy front for a smoother, slimmer, more tailored effect, as in my new design inspiration, the 1795 portrait miniature below.
So I took apart almost the entire bodice. Mrs. C. had suggested that I just slash and tuck, so that I could return to the original design should whim oblige me to, and I started to do that, but began to like the new results so much that...I took shears to the fabric. Now the changes to the neckline are permanent. How I hope I won't rue the day :}
You see the results in the picture up top. Of course, the bodice is on an unadorned dress form, so the fit isn't exact, but you should see the basic idea.
What I Did to Achieve the Look
Here are the alterations I made:
- A small dart in the modesty panel and the dress lining, angled in and down from the lower third of the armscye, to tighten the overall fit. I darted the lining fabric and the modesty panels separately so the dart would be smooth and without bulk.
- Small downward-facing tucks in the fashion fabric along the armscye to guide small folds of fabric over the bust like my new reference portrait, above.
- Narrowing the bodice lining neckline by an entire inch on each side, to widen the neckline.
- Narrowing the bodice modesty panel by ditto near the top to match the lining.
- Remounting the fashion fabric such that
- except for the armscye-generated folds above, it is smooth until nearly the neckline.
- using a combination of small pleats and a box pleat right at the neckline to create the neckline-centric folds of the reference portrait.
Also toiled a new, loose sleeve in muslin last night, but it still might be a bit tight. Pictures later.
After that, I raise the waistline all around, hand-stitch everything back together, and we're off to the races.
...he's so sweet in the morning, nibbling and sipping while he warms his toes at the heating vent in the kitchen, little Christopher. Yes, that's the dreaded breakfast bar that I swore I'd never feed our boys. We alternate with old-fashioned oatmeal and cereal.