My brother is getting married on Wednesday. The day after he notified me of the date, one of my good friends called to tell me the good news. She's getting married. On the same day my brother is. Understandably, I won't be able to attend her wedding. Technically, it's not even a wedding, but a wedding party. She and her hubby flew to Prague a few weeks ago to tie the know, keeping the Rabbinate out of their special day. I don't blame her - many people choose to do so. My brother and his wife married in Cyprus last month.
She, like many brides, had a designer make her a beautiful dress. Corset, layers of lace and delicate beading, meters and meters of fabric flowing. Only, after her excursion to Prague, she realized that her dress, beautiful as it is, was not meant for dancing in. So, she asked for my help. I offered to sew her a second dress; one she could wear after dinner to dance in. As always, I am happy to help a friend and she is a good friend.
Off we went to the fabric stores, selecting thin, breathable fabrics that would flow, enabling her to breath, and more importantly, dance the night away. Over the past three days, I frantically sewed, trying to get the dress done as soon as possible without sacrificing quality. I finally finished the dress and I have to admit, I'm really happy with how it came out. I despise invisible zippers, but I put one in the back of her dress, as requested, and it came out quite good. I despise hand sewing and it took me only four hours(!) to finish hand stitching the lining of her dress and adding the lace and beadwork belt she wanted around her waist.
Tomorrow I'm going to give it to her and I hope she is happy with it. I hope it lets her feel beautiful and airy as she dances the night away. Also, I hope she knows how important she is to me and how much I cherish her friendship, despite not being able to be with her on her special day.
