Dear Flo's 20th (Dresses 153-162)

Dear Flo's 20th
You were MAD. So I forgot to dress. Sorry!

Not Braille, but dice! Same technique 'though.

This dress has printed hands- but real fold/pleats in the fabric.

White Picket belt.

Yes. That is a bycicle wheel. Don't judge me. It's recycling! Even if it's not terribly physically possible.

I wanted to film my first short film in a spiral staircase, needless to say the story I wanted to shoot was too morbid and involved far too many Special Effects. The script is somewhere on my computer 'though, and I might go looking for it to have one of those awkward 'wasn't I strange' nostalgia trips.

Flo's artwork for her party was very macabre. I liked it- but that sort of things rather sticks in your mind.

 I remember my best friend's mum planting sunflowers. There is no happier plant.

This is in no way a cross-promotion with my workplace. I just like stamps.

Odd little beaded/bunched thing. The idea is there bur the drawing is attrocious.

Simple and (to be honest) kind of boring shirt/dress contraption with tiered collars. Oops.

All my love,
IP

Dear Scrabble (Dress 136)

Dear Scrabble,

I’m nerdily fond of a good game of Scrabble, or Upwords or whatever.

So shoot me.

This dress comes with a fabric marker (and no filled in letters.)

Go wild!

All my love,

IP

Dear Dad (Dress 127)

Dear Dad,
'though I'd never tell you- you're probably the coolest dad I know, you brought me up on a diet of Radiohead, Coldplay and Red Hot Chili Peppers, a strange understanding of mechanics, and a love of backgammon. When you went to Japan last year you brought back a whole lot of interesting things to hang off your rear-view mirror, amongs them; a plastic sushi, a metal koi, and a plastic space invader.
Your support of this project, and your faith in my abilities makes me prouder than you'd know.
All my love,
IP
P.S. in this dress the space invader would be less insane looking... fyi.

Dear Bioshock II (Dress 84)

Dearest Bioshock II,

Goddamn. Nice design.

The vending machines with the clowns are probably responsible for this little offering. Also: exhaustion.

All my love,