Vintage boxes intrigue me.  They keep me guessing.  Wondering what makes a box special enough to keep? And what could possibly be special enough to be kept inside?  This box was a strange juxtaposition of lingerie and sandwiches.  Complete with intact labels and what I can only imagine to be a sandwich pixie keeping guard.  The little faces are made from poylstyrene balls, toothpicks, pipe cleaners and tinsel paper.  I am seriously tempted to have a go at making  some

Other boxes are just what they say they are.  I thought I was being so sensible and frugal when I passed on an $8 ruffler foot for my machine a few years ago.  Of course, this meant that it would be a very long time until I saw one again.  So here it is, my new toy, a new to me ruffler foot.




 Linking in at Op-Shop Show off.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful  ball gown and a lovely little sister.   They were perfectly matched.  The dress was just right for school balls and other glamorous occasions and the sister was, of course, lovely.

Over time the dress grew a little tired and the little sister grew too.  They were no longer the perfect match that they once were. 

This is how I came to start unpicking my sister's ball gown.  We scoured my Burda magazines looking for options.  The skirt was carefully hand washed, ironed and unpicked some more.
We settled on burda 12-2011-102 .  She traced and I cut.  Initially there was going to be a muslin, but that became the lining as deadlines loomed closer. Hemming was fine line between taste and daring.

Finally, it was finished.
Sweet curved neckline doubling as straps, fully lined, shiny bow and floaty baby hem.  What more could a you want?  The dress gets to live another day.
 Perfect for each other again...