For some reason posting a picture gives me some amount of closure and satisfaction to what is otherwise a pretty stressful event... sewing. It's probably my own fault that it's stressful. I take on patterns and tutorials that are above my abilities and training.... um, what training? That's the other part of the problem, no idea what i'm really doing. I know how to thread my machine and to change the thread color to match my project. I know that turning the switch on the side sends the electricity to it so that when I push the pedal the needle goes up and down. I can pick the straight stitch or the zig-zag stitch by turning a dial to match the picture of the stitch I want. (by the way, I just kind-of eenie, meenie, minee, moe it when it comes to picking the stitch)
The last problem is choosing to try to make things purely by sight. By that, I mean with no pattern whatsoever, just eyeing it. I look at a garment and say, "hmm, that looks simple enough" and then I try to cut out fabric pieces that look like they might make that garment when stitched together.It's pretty absurd really... and very stressful.
Why do I do that!? I really have no idea what continues to compel me. I think that I forget (like having a baby) the pain of the last project and think it will really be a fun adventure this time. And parts of it are thrilling. And parts of it are fun. And parts of it are.... grrr.
I had to finish this outfit by Friday because we're bringing it to Atlanta with us to give to our friends for their new baby Lucas. Chuck took Eden out for a bit (because all the above risk factors are only compounded by a toddler in the sewing room) and I finally finished it. Mostly. I still have to put elastic in the pants, but that's easy. No, really, I can usually handle that without messing it up. Although I DID mess it up not too long ago. I sewed the two ends of the elastic together not realizing that it had twisted in it's travels through the waistband. I'll try not to make that mistake this time.
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