Ho ye! Guid mornin!
Mayhap ye dinnae ken it but we've had a stretch of dreich days an' plenty 'o time fer sewin' in these parts. Wuid you like a wee keek at what's come oot of it? Ye wuid? Guid, then.
I sewed evra thried in that gown, lassies. Evra wee thried, an Ah did it wi' many a curse as weel.
Pure dead brilliant, is wha' it is, lassies.
An' phoootoshopped 'til ma heid's mince too.
I ken what yer thinkin': "Yer bum's oot the widae." Dinnae fash yerself, laddies. I dinnea ken what the half of it mean meself.
Mayhap ye'd fancy a wee keek at the look we've planned fer All Hallows Eve, then? Nae problem!
Avast ye! Thar be squarles ahead!