(NB: this technique was made up for this dress, and may or may be physically possible... Oh well!)
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Without you I would have no mechanical-pencil-lead. Something about the tube- a black rubber cap on a case in a brown no-one else would ever dream of using, has become a part of my keys-wallet-phone-diary-drawingutensils leaving-the-house checklist. For all it's pigment-related-shortcomings, it really is a rather pretty shape. And today, as i sat down to design the dress, it seemed fitting.
All my love,
Dear Dianne Wynne-Jones,
Your books were such a focus of my childhood- You were the author (along with Roald Dahl) upon whom I could always rely to transport me, sick, home from school, into another world without the mild headache or minor stomach upset (that, to a child seems plaguelike in proportion). One particular image (among many) that remains embedded is that of a tribe of strange elfin creatures that wear the (traditionally Gaellic? Welsh? English?) neck-jewellery, the Torc. Today's dress is in honor of that forgotten necklace.
(The drawing on the left is a view of the back. The Torc itself is made of silver, as are the balls at the end of the ribbon at the back. The ribbon is knotted around the Torc, and is part of the plain backless sheath dress part.)
All my love,