When I was young (and I am talking the last century of the last millennium young), the word 'frock' used to send my sister and me into fits of giggles. The more we said it the more ridiculous it sounded and so we would chant 'frock, frock, frock' probably driving our mother crazy in the process. The words 'frock shop' would be even more hilarious and to this day I can't see or hear the word frock without smiling to myself. There are words like that - they seem very ordinary and we use them all the time without thinking about them. Then, one day, for no apparent reason, they suddenly sound ridiculous.
A frock to me is something slightly dowdy and frumpy. However, this dear little dress is definitely not a frock it is an Oliver & S Birthday Party dress.
I am so pleased with the way it has turned out I will make a couple more using this pattern because a girl can never have enough
2 comments:
It is darling.
I've always loved the word frock, though, like you, my sister and I thought the word "chicken" was hilarious. :)
There's a women's clothing store near me called "What a frock!" where all the clothes are hand-made by two young women - modern interpreations of clothes from the 40's and 50's. I'm sure you'd enjoy it!
A girl definitely can't have too many dresses. Or frocks. :)
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