I've been sewing every night after Sam goes to bed. I was thinking it was just curtains-- hours and hours of hemming curtains, but then I realized that it was just the curtains that were coming out okay. When I started to write this it was going to be about three projects gone terribly wrong and one turning out pretty good, and then I realized that who was I kidding? It was actually going to be FOUR spectacular failures and that was darn well worth documenting with no "but see, it all worked out" ending. Because man, sometimes the failures are more important to people than all the things that work. Or at the very least maybe they are funnier? No related pictures, because it is all sad and pictures lie sometimes and make things look better than they are.
The first and rather beautiful mistake took weeks and weeks to make and I was so head-smackingly annoyed all I could do was stare at it with my mouth open and turn to Mr. My Middle School Geometry and blame him for not noticing sooner. I was 3/4 done piecing my kitchen quilt when I realized I had done a portion of all my blocks backwards rendering the whole point of a cool pinwheel vibe moot and rather sloppy. I initially tried to figure out a way to salvage the pattern without ripping out too many blocks, but decided to stick them all in a pile, in a plastic bag, UNDER THE BED, before I did any more damage.
The second sad sack of an attempt was supposed to be a cutie cutie Built By Wendy pattern (seen here looking so great on Sally). I cut it out crazy, and I guess way too big making me look like a village extra on the set of the Three Amigos. That went into a bag and into the closet before I tried to do any more "fixing". Unless I'm missing something, raglan sleeves are a bugger to adjust.
Undaunted I took this super rad cross-stitch linen blend and this super rad book, and tried to put together a high-waisted mini dress to wear with my imaginary fall boots and cute (not to mention equally imaginary) grey tights. No go, Sistah'. Remember when I pondered the translation of something looking sweet and edgy on a waifish body, as compared to my own? Well, something got lost this time. In college there was a group of girls we lovingly referred to as the "doily queens" who would rock the '83 drop waist big collared dresses but in the year of our lord, 1997. Paul refers to that particular look as rocking it 'polygamist bride style'. Either way, you see where I'm going. I did try to fix it with some clever dart work (of course, I didn't match the darts from the bodice to the bust so I have weird pointy boob darts coming out sideways from my ass...) and some major taking in, but I think it's going to need a lot more *revision*. Or maybe my Dad's burn pile. For now, under the bed with you.
There's one more... um, OH! It's a knit cardigan that I cut from my own pattern (that could be my first mistake) which the jury is still out on... It's um, in keeping with the above project and a little frumpy-- and not frumpy-cool. More like frumpy-crazy, or "Did you pick that up in girl section of the JC Penny's 15 years ago?". I think I can save it. But it's going to take some work and some mad wardrobe planning. Which means I should probably go to some real stores and start picking out cool clothes to make the homemade ones look better. It is soooo defeating the purpose but it's getting colder and I'm stashing all my to-be clothes under the bed!?
The one thing I can say with certainty is that I'm not giving up. I'm actually not even that discouraged. Which is weird, but I think that it's an awfully good sign in my evolution as a Maker. It sucks that I spent money on fabric that I'm going to have to re-purpose/give up on/spend way more time than I want to with, but I can delude myself into thinking "Wow girlie, you just tried pulling out a quilt and a fall wardrobe and you were confident enough to think you can do it". Confident and horribly undressed of course, but you get the idea.