Wedding cat

A good friend at my lab is getting married in August this year. I have the honour to be part of the most important part of the whole wedding. To help make the dress. Well, it is at least rather important that the bride wears something, right? Something nice, right? Who, in his or her right mind, won't comment on the beauty of the bride in her white marvellous dress?

I have prepared a testdress from a pattern, drawn based on a twenty-or-so measurements from her body. She was here on saturday and tried it on, and adjustments have been made to make the dress stick like glue to her chest, without feeling unconfortable or like it is falling of. The dress is going to be strapless you see. Now I need to adjust the pattern, and then finally, I can start cut in the real dress fabric! It is with a kind of fearful delight I look forward to cutting up her very expensive beautiful textile, pretending that I know what I am doing, and promising to turn it in to the most memorable dress of her lifetime. Well, well. I have been known to put on an act before. I hope she won't be reading this =).

I am not sure though if I will be allowed to cut out the parts anyway. Cute cat has a very distinct opinion when it comes to fabric, and in what purpose they ought to be used. In his mind, fabrics that I lay out flat, is an invitation for him to swirl it up and put himself in the very middle chewing as hards as possible on it. But I guess, if there wasn't a cute cat watching the gates of dress making, anyone could do it.