With as dramatic as the name for this dress is, I almost wish I’d led the series with it. However, occasions to wear something so formal are few and far between, even in this glamorous life I lead. Gene apparently wore this gown in a film of the same name, though it was never completed. Though I had intended to include the original story cards in my posts to give the dress context, the one for Destiny just came off as creepy. I expect the cards were written by men expressing the idea of an ideal woman, but I don’t have time for that these days. Anyway, courtesy of Ashton-Drake, the original ensemble looked like this:
As the first formal gown I’ve made in a long time, I was quite daunted by all the fabric and the gathers at the waist that Butterick 4918 recommends. As we shall see, I did not comply with the latter suggestion, but rather pleated the folds in a way that was more flattering on my waistline. That’s not to say I didn’t try it, but I felt like Anne Boleyn in The Tudors.
The hand-dyed silk fabric at the neckline was a remnant from eBay. Though I ended up with enough to do the chiffon boa down the side, I just wasn’t feeling it after some initial testing. Hence, chiffon only lives on the neckline. The taffeta was from Midland Textiles. In the interest of full disclosure, the amber necklace and earrings were from Warsaw, and my dance shoes are from Capezio.
I added the chiffon by draping the fabric by hand, then tacking it on with the help of these lovely Swarovski crystals.
For this event, I was at a formal ball in Cuckfield near Brighton, and I attended with my dear friend Alex. He was also kind enough to take most of the photographs. I started doing Scottish country dance when I was at university, and am once again involved after a two-year hiatus, during which time I was doing burlesque in Kent (I told you I was glamorous!).
Now, a special thanks to Shelagh and Sarah for arranging this photo when I was too shy. Just look at all that tartan!
Overall, the dress held up fairly well despite being stepped on twice (once by me, once by my dancing partner) and then sweeping up all the talc on the floor. Just look at that hemline! I’m still not sure if a quick rinse will get rid of it, or if I’ll have to take it to the dry cleaner’s.
As it’s Valentine’s day, I just want to wish everyone lots of love and sun and chocolate.
XO, Lady Hamilton.