Phylly came over today and we had the nicest time. We each were working on a dress. Hers was the Couture Vogue Dress and mine was the 2nd version of New Look 6080. The 2nd version of mine is better, but not great. I'm remembering why I NEVER make dresses. A one-piece garment greatly emphasizes my crookedness. When I wear a blouse that covers my waist, it is much easier to disquise the high hip/low hip and high shoulder/low shoulder. The dress isn't finished, so I can't post pics until tomorrow, and I wouldn't hold my breath on that if I were you!
We had to park a bit down from Louie's, so we walked up right in front of a shop window of the store next door to Louie's.
Phylly and I looked at the garment on the mannikin in the window -- then we looked at each other -- then we looked again. I shreaked, "OMG, that is a TOTAL RAG. Phylly said, "Yeah, a DUST rag!" I told Phylly I had to know how much they were charging for that -- OR find out if it was just a gag or something so I could post it in my blog tonight. I KNEW you would never believe what I am about to tell you, so I had Phylly take her new Iphone out so I could take pictures for you. (I had accidentally left mine at home -- probably secretly hoping that would keep Countrywood from finding me.)
Look at it! The armhole is just a raw edge. The fabric is very thin. The letters are on the INSIDE of the shirt but show through because the fabric is so thin. There are holes all over it that appear to have been poked in it with a hole punch.
I asked Phylly to go in the store and try it on so I could take her picture. She said, "NO WAY, my apex would go right through one of those holes!"
We decided to go to Louie's and eat our lunch. Phylly was probably praying that I would FORGET about the dust rag in the window and not MAKE her go in the store so I could find the price tag. Too bad. It didn't work.