It’s going to be a pink Christmas.
So of course, my niece, whose Christmas dress I make every year, chose p-i-n-k this time. In my favorite fabric store ever, during our special trip, just girls, she swept past teal velour, purple velvet, silvery knit and plunked her finger squarely on a hot pink baby corduroy.
With glitter, see?.
Efforts to push the dusty rose (and gray) taffeta were promptly denied.
So this dress will be hot pink. And super twirly.
Since Gaffney’s is amazing, I grabbed up out of the quarter bin (not the yardage, the price) a chunk of this cotton that might make the bindings.
Close enough? I know it hardly screams “holiday”. But neither does pink.