{"id":5618,"date":"2013-08-01T05:14:01","date_gmt":"2013-08-01T12:14:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/?p=5618"},"modified":"2013-08-01T00:05:37","modified_gmt":"2013-08-01T07:05:37","slug":"sewing-for-me-poppies-knit-dress","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/?p=5618","title":{"rendered":"Sewing for Me: Reddish Knit Dress"},"content":{"rendered":"

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First, a little history. About 10 years ago, a good friend of mine invited me to her wedding, so M and I flew from Seattle to New York for the festivities. The ceremony and reception were both held at a swanky country club in Long Island, and I oohed and aahed at how my friend infused her Indian heritage into the whole event. She was gorgeous in a gold and green sari, and the groom (who was not Indian) looked striking in his kurta-inspired top. For the wedding cake moment, caterers wheeled in at least 10 huge carts loaded with every imaginable dessert, including many traditional Indian ones. It was phenomenal.<\/p>\n

I myself wore a tight red dress, and M thought I looked hot. With my heightened self-consciousness, it’s pretty laughable that I even owned a dress like that. I blame it on youth. Perhaps it was the intoxicating adulation from my then-boyfriend, or perhaps it was the two glasses of wine (I am a record-holding lightweight), but I tottered uncertainly off to the bathroom at some point and collapsed into a chair when I returned. I sat there for a few moments to regain my composure, tapping my foot to the snazzy tune. I talked to a few nice folks I hadn’t met yet. As I looked around for M, I dreamily thought, “Hmmmm, who are all these people wearing turbans?”<\/p>\n

Yes. I had stumbled into someone else’s wedding. Apparently the country club was hosting multiple weddings that evening, and I was an unwelcome guest at a Sikh reception. Me, a wedding crasher! Braving a few confused looks from the bride and groom, I skidaddled out of there, but because of that incident, I am inexplicably fond of the red dress. It’s one of my favorite stories to tell.<\/p>\n

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What you see here is not<\/em> that dress. For M’s birthday dinner last week, I dusted off the old red dress and painfully squeezed myself into it. Friends, a lot of things change after 10 years and a child. It wasn’t an altogether pretty sight and I couldn’t wait to take it off (M still loves it).<\/p>\n

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In all bluntness, the old red dress sits firmly in the hoochie-mama category, and I can imagine myself in a tawdry bar somewhere in all that skin-hugging-and-baring crimson. However, M keeps telling me red is my color, which is why I made this infinitely more comfortable and less risque knit dress in a somewhat similar color palette. This print has quite a bit of orange and brown and fuschia, but it reads very red in person.<\/p>\n

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I got this knit from JoAnn’s years ago, and I always thought I would make a maxi dress with it. And to be honest, I wish I had stuck with my gut. I can’t explain why, but I think this dress looks a little dowdy on me in this print\/shape combo and I get the feeling it would be something I would find at the TJ Maxx clearance rack. Ultimately, just like the hoochie-mama dress, this style doesn’t seem\u00a0me<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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It also doesn’t help that I can’t find my nude wedges that might up the hipness factor, and the only shoes I unearthed that looked semi-okay were these matchy-matchy ones. I don’t like matchy-matchy. And why is my hair so frizzy despite all the product I used? Anyway. Back to the drawing board.<\/p>\n

The pattern is M6744<\/a> from which I’ve now made several things like this maxi<\/a>\u00a0and this lace-detailed\u00a0top<\/a>. The belt is from Anthropologie and I was trying to do a little pattern mixing. The good news is that I’m making some headway with altering the Washi…maybe I’ll have something to show next week!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

First, a little history. About 10 years ago, a good friend of mine invited me to her wedding, so M and I flew from Seattle to New York for the festivities. The ceremony and reception were both held at a swanky country club in Long Island, and I oohed and aahed at how my friend infused her Indian heritage into the whole event. She was gorgeous in a gold and green sari, and the groom (who was not Indian) looked striking in his kurta-inspired top. For the wedding cake moment, caterers wheeled in at least 10 huge carts loaded with every imaginable dessert, including many traditional Indian ones. It was phenomenal. I myself wore a tight red dress, and M thought I looked hot. With my heightened self-consciousness, it’s pretty laughable that I even owned a dress like that. I blame it on youth. Perhaps it was the intoxicating adulation from my then-boyfriend, or perhaps it was the two glasses of wine (I am a record-holding lightweight), but I tottered uncertainly off to the bathroom at some point and collapsed into a chair when I returned. I sat there for a few moments to regain my composure, tapping my foot to the snazzy tune. I talked to a few nice folks I hadn’t met yet. As I looked around for M, I dreamily thought, “Hmmmm, who are all these people wearing turbans?” Yes. I had stumbled into someone else’s wedding. Apparently the country club was hosting multiple weddings that evening, and I was an unwelcome guest at a Sikh reception. Me, a wedding crasher! Braving a few confused looks from the bride and groom, I skidaddled out of there, but because of that incident, I am inexplicably fond of the red dress. It’s one of my favorite stories to tell. What you see here is not that dress. For M’s birthday dinner last week, I dusted off the old red dress and painfully squeezed myself into it. Friends, a lot of things change after 10 years and a child. It wasn’t an altogether pretty sight and I couldn’t wait to take it off (M still loves it). In all bluntness, the old red dress sits firmly in the hoochie-mama category, and I can imagine myself in a tawdry bar somewhere in all that skin-hugging-and-baring crimson. However, M keeps telling me red is my color, which is why I made this infinitely more comfortable and less risque knit dress in a somewhat similar color palette. This print has quite a bit of orange and brown and fuschia, but it reads very red in person. I got this knit from JoAnn’s years ago, and I always thought I would make a maxi dress with it. And to be honest, I wish I had stuck with my gut. I can’t explain why, but I think this dress looks a little dowdy on me in this print\/shape combo and I get the feeling it would be something I would find at the TJ Maxx clearance rack. Ultimately, just like the hoochie-mama dress, this style doesn’t seem\u00a0me. It also doesn’t help that I can’t find my nude wedges that might up the hipness factor, and the only shoes I unearthed that looked semi-okay were these matchy-matchy ones. I don’t like matchy-matchy. And why is my hair so frizzy despite all the product I used? Anyway. Back to the drawing board. The pattern is M6744 from which I’ve now made several things like this maxi\u00a0and this lace-detailed\u00a0top. The belt is from Anthropologie and I was trying to do a little pattern mixing. The good news is that I’m making some headway with altering the Washi…maybe I’ll have something to show next week!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[15,35],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-5618","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-sewing","7":"category-sewing-for-me","8":"entry","9":"has-post-thumbnail"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5618","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5618"}],"version-history":[{"count":23,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5618\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5646,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5618\/revisions\/5646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5618"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5618"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5618"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}