The dress was taking shape nicely. The longer she stitched, the more confident she became in her skills. Small pieces became the bodice front and back, the larger pieces became the skirt front and back. It was looking more and more like a dress with every step. Soon it would be time to place it on the mannequin.

It was time to start on the satin bow for the front of the dress, shoulder straps, and trim. She unrolled the bold of midnight black satin to measure out her pattern pieces. She would need to be exact on her measurements so one side didn’t end up longer than the other. It would be quite noticeable it that were to happen. She pinned and cut her fabric on the bias, no little fraying pieces sticking out of her bow would be had.

After letting the fabric rest, she took her shoulder straps to the machine first. She would be attaching one side first, then remeasuring to make sure the front of her dress wasn’t too high or too low. The neckline would be the first place eyes would travel if it was off. With the first side of each shoulder strap sewn, she held her dress up to her body to check for length.

Emmaly was pleased with how far her dress had come. She did a little twirl to get the idea of how the dress would flow as she danced. Aunt Stacy would love it on her for sure. Stacy always loved it when the girls would dress up. Letting her dancing daydream fade, she got back to work stitching the shoulder straps in place and starting on the trim.