I needn't worry about making things that look ridiculous if the latest Fashion Quarterly is anything to go by. There's a whole magazine full of them, with a hefty price tag to boot.
These beads are made of Sculpey, which is a Fimo type clay. I bought the colours to match my day dress, which is rapidly becoming the "shirt dress with a silent 'r'" as my sister calls it.
You can see the fabric of my shirt dress under my Sculpey Stonehenge. When I went to the fabric store to get it, I asked for a light weight denim. They rummaged around and produced this fabric which looked to my eye to be what I was after.
The first suggestion that all was not as it seemed was that it dried on the line, despite there being 4 consecutive downpours. When I ironed it ready for cutting I noticed that the iron kept snagging. It wasn't until I was pressing the princess seams and the fabric began to shrivel under a moderate iron that the truth dawned on me: I had purchased polycotton.
It's not a shirt dress, it's a house frock. I'll finish it though, and wear it to Playcentre. "Water play today? No problem, this will dry in a jiffy. Paint marks ? - no worries, with this wash and wear style."
Everything speaks cleaners' uniform. The modest collar, the button through front, the crisp sleeves. Now that I see the garment taking shape my mind goes back to hospital corners and bedpans, porridge buns and queen pudding.
It's Redroofs in red piping.