So this post is about a skirt I made a month or so ago that I have very mixed feelings about and that has very strange (awful?) circumstances surrounding it. It starts with my mom, a few hours before a swing dance she likes to go to starts, saying, “The theme is Italy … I don’t know what I would wear,” and my sister saying, “Well, Sam has that Italian silk print from Mood. She could do something with that.”
Well, at the time, I was sewing my floral blouse, but I agreed. I decided to make a circle skirt with the print as one panel and some other yet-to-be-decided fabric as the rest of the skirt. With the dance starting at 8 o’clock, my mom and I finally got to Joanns and back with the needed fabric at 5.
So I was a little rushed, so say the least. For the record, it did get done in three hours.
I don’t sew well when I’m rushed 😦
There were problems from the beginning. It took me the better part of 15 minutes to just figure out how I was going to cut the skirt panels, and then another 15 minutes to do the cutting. The skirt is basically 1/4 silk print, 3/4 contrast fabric.
I had chosen a sheer blue fabric as the rest of the skirt, so (of course) I needed to do French seams, which took 3-4 times as long as normal seams would have. And my machine was pulling the fabric unevenly the whole time. So basically bleh.
I did finally get the whole thing sewn up. I lined it in an off-white polyester, which seemed like a better idea in the store. It doesn’t seem to bother my sister or my mom, but the white under the blue just really doesn’t do it for me. Your thoughts?
And then the hem… I put the whole thing on Pinhead (my dressform) and free handed cutting the skirt’s hem (cuz before now it was just a square with a circle in the center). It was like 7:15 by now and I was rushing and I did it terribly.
Just horribly. And then my rolled-hem foot just chewed up and spat out the hem, so not only is it totally uneven, it’s also ugly.
I’ve been assured by my mom that it doesn’t bother her, and I think most of my problems with it are just reflections of my own disgust at the corners I cut in making it, but it still bothers me. Not enough to go back and fix it, but it does bother me.
Unfortunately, the skirt never made it to the freaking dance. My mom had gone to a family friend’s house for a glass of wine and catching up with visiting people before the dance, and tripped on their stairs on the way to the dance. It’s only sprained, but she obviously didn’t go the dance.
Is it bad that I’m almost more disappointed that the skirt that caused me so much misery (in three short hours) didn’t even get worn to the thing I specifically made it for? I mean, I’m really sad about my mom’s ankle too, but the skirt thing really stings in a petty way.
Anyway, have any of you had ill adventures in sewing recently? Do you share my dislike of the skirt, or do you love it as much as my mom does? Can you share my pain of rushing through a project only to have it fall through?
Thanks for reading, as always 🙂 I hope you’re having a great day