It was Australia's birthday yesterday.
And by that I mean the day upon which we celebrate the arrival of several boatloads of ill-fortuned Brits to generally non-arabale, poorly charted and already inhabited shores.
In celebration (of the fact I was going to a concert), I made a dress. It was meant to have the whole Australian flag on it, but I felt like enough of a twat with the small amount you see here so it's more of a pommy outfit than anything.
As usual, it was sewn without a pattern (as I find them incomprehensible) a few hours before leaving the house, which makes me both happy and sad as I know I'll never be able to make anything I can wear more than once.
+ some stickerastyastytasty, because you love it. You love it all up inside you.