Thursday, August 13, 2015

Blood, Sweat, and Tears..

Let's start at the beginning with this one... It began with a trip to the thrift store where I came across this New Look pattern for a quarter.
Why was I looking at patterns, you wonder? Because I am wild and crazy and very bad at remembering how much space is actually in my pattern drawers (none, btw). 

If I had known about the horrors to come, I probably wouldn't have opened this package.

First up, pieces upon pieces upon pieces of fabric to cut. SO MANY PIECES!! And then, after all of the cutting, I got to spend 30 minutes yelling at my machine because it wouldn't pick up the bobbin thread. Eventually, I figured out that I had the needle in backwards, which is why I never change the needle. Nothing good ever comes from it!
Then, I thought I would be so clever and put piping in at the seam between the bodice and the skirt - until I got stabbed by the machine needle while trying to keep everything lined up properly. WHY DO YOU HATE ME, NEEDLE??
That seam matching is the stuff of dreams.
After being assaulted by the machine needle, I decided to give my Singer a chance to think about its behavior and started making miles and miles of ruffled bias tape. 10 years of gathering later (ruffle foot, you say? I will not give in to dark sorcery!), the migraine that had been building all morning finally had me doubled over and crying. That ended sewing for that day.
Finally, my finger healed a little, my headache was gone, and I got down to business - zippers were expertly installed, linings were hand-sewn, and ruffles were stitched to hems. Everything came together beautifully. The only thing that bugs me a little is some gaping at the neckline in back. It's not very noticeable, and it corrects itself when I'm sitting, but you can see it in this picture:
A little bothersome, but not enough to make me love this dress any less.

It turns out that New Look patterns are a great fit for me. I have yet to try a New Look that needed a lot of adjustment. The secret may be in all of the extra work that goes in to the construction of these patterns, but apparently my body requires multiple pieces and lots of darts for a proper fit. I sincerely feel like the end result here was worth all of the pain and torment.
Oh, and did I mention that it is a thousand degrees and excruciatingly sunny here? Because it is. Pictures were a sweaty, squinty mess.