So, I never said I dress like a normal person

Well, I mean, I never said I didn't either, but I've never had a great grasp of what constitutes normal. Which is where items such as the one pictured here come from:

I forgot to mention the LA Fabric District is friggin' awesome. Fabric on sale by the pound? Yes, please! After splurging about 20 bucks on laceweight yarn at the shop across the street, I happened upon this blue stripy number. Maybe about a couple yards' worth (who knows, I didn't measure it, just plopped it...on...a...scale...). I wrapped it around my torso like a towel and reveled in it for a while. The damage came out to something like $2.50. It had to become a dress.

So, what does a dress in blue stripy lightweight knit fabric look like? In my mind (and in a mini Moleskine travel notebook) I sketched out all kinds of drapes and sleeves and ties and in the end just couldn't be bothered. My excuse was a dire need to let the fabric shine through. Whatever, lazy girl dress with pockets!

The initial cutouts were something like this:

I did a very thin strip of interfacing at the collar and armholes in the same fabric. The pockets were also made of leftover dress fabric. Because I went through my linings and said, "eh..." It's got a very comfy drape to it, and because I couldn't be bothered with zippers and buttons and all that nonsense, it's a dress I can pull over my head and forget about. Did I mention it has pockets???

The only problem is figuring out where to wear it. I mean, I work in a lab. I'm dating a guy who works in a lab. My family doesn't want me wearing my handmade confections anywhere within a 20 mile radius of them. I'm pretty sure they have a restraining order after I wore my blue Marilyn Monroe "Seven-Year-Itch" dress to a family friend's wedding. So...if anyone can name an occasion (besides lounging around the apartment with a glass of wine and pincurls setting in my hair), I'd love to hear it.