It's said that what you dream of during the 12 nights of Christmas will comes true - I hope that's the case, as this marvelous book has been lulling me into dreamland each night...
Madeleine Vionnet by Betty Kirke. A book I had been stalking on Amazon and a Christmas gift from my mother in law...and the most glorious sewing read.
I first came face to face with a a Madeleine Vionnet dress a few years ago at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London. It was this stunner:
|Source: V&A Collections http://collections.vam.ac.uk/|
I was completely floored because I thought it was a modern dress (those side slits! So risqué!) I couldn't believe when the accompanying info dated it 1932. This started a love affair for Vionnet and fashion, design and architecture from the 1930s, and in a dorky way felt the need to ask everyone I know, 'Did you know all these amazing things were being designed in the 1930s?' I'm lucky to have people who indulge me. I swear I haven't been living under a rock.
The book is a re-release for Vionnet's 100th anniversary and has of course been blogged about before. What I love about it is the detailed history and rationale behind Vionnet's designs, the reference to the social changes and challenges she faced in trying to alter peoples' attitudes both in fashion and the workplace, the excellent pattern drawings, delicious photographs and suprises along the way (Madeleine had a thing for bows, too!).
Another reason why I love the era so much is that it reminds me of my beloved Oma who was an expert seamstress, and who would have been about my age during part of Vionnet's era. I have so many questions I wish I could ask.
Which brings me to my New Year's sewing resolution...about the dress in the background...
|Hobbs 'Aphrodite' dress|
I didn't make it. I had every intention of making a dress for a friend's Christmas wedding in Ireland, but as I mentioned in an earlier post, work commitments hijacked my festive time and I was getting slightly frantic as the days drew closer and I hadn't committed to a pattern or fabric.
Then, in John Lewis - I spotted this: carelessly deposited, unloved and crumpled on a rack. But it sparkled. It was on sale. It was Vionnet-esque and it was an incarnation of the vision in my mind's eye, in high street form. It was too beautiful to end up on the department store floor. I slapped down my credit card, and when I got home, hung up my dress and poured myself a glass of wine for my good deed, also relieved that I wouldn't be sewing up to the 11th hour (I'd already done this once this year with my dolce vita dress). What can I say? I am flawed. But it may have saved my Christmas. My sanity. And my marriage.
And the point: I plan not to fall off the sewing wagon again in 2013. Here's to starting sewing projects earlier!
Happy New Year and happy Twelfth Night.