What do you do when one of your best friends has a two month engagement and lives in another city, let alone province, but you both are all-in on a custom dream dress? Clearly the answer is for the bride to fly to Calgary, AB, the long weekend before her wedding, and for myself, the designer, to spend said weekend smashing out the dress.
This dress was the product of some casual drawing, a few trips to bridal stores, and the meeting of my initial imagining and Steph's store visits. It was an intense weekend of measuring, sewing, cutting, adjusting, and delicate handwork (not to mention many evenings spent with a set of pliers and tiny rings, praying over my friends' upcoming wedding while crafting the chain-maille belt. Because, yes, I made that too). We laughed, we cried, I prayed quick "Jesus, please help me get this invisible zipper in in one go, because it's been a while since I've done a zipper" sorts of prayers while working on my little, ancient Pfaff (which also refused to work when I got to the hem; thankfully my Mom has my Grandma's sewing machine, and I could finish the dress at my parent's house). But in the course of thirty or so hours of work, crammed into an exhausting and delightful and satisfactory weekend, with breaks for ice cream and Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Steph's wedding dress was born.
Ethereal, elegant, Elvish, romantic, fantastical.
Stephanie
- xo Kathleen