Sometimes it takes me a while

For some reason this morning, I suddenly made a decision regarding that which is laughingly referred to as my wardrobe. It is in dire and desperate need of another baby-doll style dress: this season's fashion gift to those of us with almost no boobs and a disproportionately large middle.
So did I head straight for town and the delights of somewhere like Country Tar-jay?
not on your Nellie
not this little black duck
for what my wardrobe required, nay, demanded, was
a crochet dress.
in nice, cool cotton
blue
maybe variegated
Something like the misdyed Bendy 8-ply cotton I used for the Chic Hippie [ or in my case Hippy Chick ] skirt from Candi Jensen's Hooked On Crochet.
You know.
That one I made last year and never wear because it makes me look like a hippy hippie hippo

For modesty's sake, perhaps the top section could be solid trebles [double crochet for my US friends] ... just like the yoke of the CH skirt

and then some sort of graduated shell pattern ... just like the CH skirt

yeah and maybe some little buttons down the front ...like ... the ... ones ... on ... the ...

bloody hell

fast forward through the removal of the drawstring from the waist, and the manipulating of a few metres of cotton thread around a 3.5mm hook to create a couple of shoulder straps
and if you'll forgive the crappy back-lit photos: