(Dress E from Stylish Dress Book, in light cotton gauze)
While I was making yet another batch of strawberry jam the other day, I also baked a strawberry torta: when life gives you this many strawberries, you'd better diversify. The trouble with strawberry torta vs strawberry jam, though, is that while the jam has a good chance to last through winter, the torta, which took considerably longer to make, was gone within a few hours. My kids appreciated it so much that they immediately requested another one. "Sure, no problem," was my reply. “As long as you go and pick some strawberries for me!"
(it's a loose-cut tunic with front pleats and bust darts to give it some shape, and skirt gathers at the back)
Sounded good, but guess who ended up picking the strawberries for the torta? Not big boy, who was slouching on the sofa with a terrible cold. Not middle boy, who was deep in prep for year-end exams. Not little sister, either, who spent the day at the beach with friends. I was the strawberry picker. (The new tunic helped)
(the one change I'd make is to scoop the front neckline a bit more)
The strawberry picker also baked the torta. And then we ate it together, because fresh strawberry torta is the best remedy for a terrible cold, great fuel for a studying mind, and revives a girl who's exhausted from swimming in the sea.