The gown was two years out of fashion by cosmopolitan standards of Jamaica, but it was clean, which was the main thing so far as I was concerned.
The gown itself was not at all bad, it was of cream silk, half sleeved and very simple, but with panniers of wine-striped silk over the hips, and a ruching of claret-colored silk piping that ran in two rows from waist to bosom. With the Brussels lace I had purchased sewn around the sleeves, I though it would do, even if the cloth was not quite the first quality.
“I’m glad you picked that one.” I said, touching the stone gently. It was warm from his body. “Goes much better with the dress than the sapphire or the emerald would.”
Jamie had finally taken time to notice the rest of my costume. His eye traveled slowly over me from head to hem, and a smile spread across his face.
“Ye make a verra ornamental jewel box, Sassenach,” he said. “A fine distraction, aye?”
Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn. Chapter 6, pages 101 – 104.
I love fashion. I often look at web sites of my favorite clothing stores to look for inspiration on looks and sewing ideas. Lately, I have found myself often turning to Anthropologie and Pinterest for my newest ideas. Unfortunately, my tastes do not often meet my budget. So when I can, I try and make pieces myself. There is nothing better that adding new life to something that I already own or even upscaling a piece of clothing that was once considered out of style. Just as Claire’s gown in Drums of Autumn. ♥