I was lucky to find this velvet in my ex-seamstress mother's wardrobe. She seems to have almost any fabric imaginable lying around somewhere. This of course saves me the stress of shopping for fabrics, an art I am yet to gain mastery of. Best thing about finding this fabric was its colour being a perfect match for the Virgos Lounge blouse I had planned to wear for the wedding. I had imagined a nice simple skirt but this cheap as tailor didn't share this 'vision' with me. After some flared tempers and patch work, a simple enough fish skirt emerged even though this tailor ironed my velvet. Who does that?! Iron velvet. A fabulously smooth fabric was utterly ruined but I managed to rock it regardless. Was going to let my first and last experience with this silly tailor ruin the wedding for me.
After this extensive prelude, I'm sure you're keen to see what I looked like. Well, this is it:
|Odiri's attempt at dancing|
|Saddiquah, Member, Ebun, Odiri and Me|
|These three are forever fabulous, Nata, Amanda and Rosemary|
|Loved her look|