I wanted to show you a few of my favorite ways to wear this dress, so here it is with a short-sleeve sweater over top. It is a lovely light sweater that was a hand-me-down. When I got it, it had a little hole near the bottom which I sewed up, since then it's been as good as new. I especially like how the dark dress shows through the lace a little me (which you can't see very well here).
This is my Breckon sweater, a pattern by Brooklyn Tweed. I actually knit it in Loft, just as the patterned called for! I think I've only done that one other time. Anyway, I bought myself the yarn as my birthday present last year, a splurge, but one that I needed, and am very glad that I made. Because the yarn is so expensive (as it should be, it's wonderful yarn) I didn't buy myself the buffer skein, like I normally try to do. As a result, I didn't have enough to make the modifications that I would have liked to make to achieve the best fit. If I knit this sweater again, which there's a good chance that I will, I'd start with a larger size in the hips and then decrease extra in the waist shaping until I have the right amount of stitches for my correct bust size. Just as I did with Warriston. Because, as you can see from the pictures, it's definitely stretched more than it wants to be along that bottom band.
Other than that though, this sweater is perfect! I love the length of the sleeves and how nice and snug they fit all through the arm, and also the cuffs which I leave folded.
These were not the original buttons I had chosen for this sweater. When I was in Anchorage last fall I picked up some lovely dark wooden buttons just for this. But they disappeared! I've looked all over for them, but the envelope they were in seems to have vanished while I was house sitting. I ordered some other nice ones off of Etsy, but those ended up being the wrong size. So this sweater sat around in my room for a long time button-less. Finally, I got desperate and pulled out my button stash, willing to try ANYTHING, I found these, and loved how the looked with the rustic yarn, but could only find seven of them. I knew that there had been eight of them at one point, but no matter how many times I dug through the jar that last one would not turn up. I gave up for a while, though I kept the seven out, just in case, and one day I gave the jar another peruse and what do you know, there it was, right on the top. Crazy life, no?