Friends, the failure of a sewing project is enough to damage sewing motivation for weeks.
During the wonderful adventure that was Me Made May, I decided that I needed more tops in my wardrobe. I wanted tops that could be worn with my Simplicity 3688 trousers, as well as with jeans when I wanted to go out on the weekends. When I found the below mail order pattern at an antique fair, I thought that I could make every version in multiple fabrics and be set for the summer:
I have a severe weakness for the remnant bin at the Textile Discount Outlet in Pilsen, and when I stumbled on an animal-like print, I snatched it up in a moment. I cut out the square necked blouse gleefully, thinking how fabulous it would pair with my black Simplicity 3688 trousers, but that is where the good thoughts ended.
This fabric was SLIPPERY. I was determined to French seam everything possible to reduce the fraying, so this added to the frustration and time consumed by this project.
The fabric held a few surprises ... like a large fraying hole, right under the neckline. I don't know when it appeared, but there it was. If I touched it, the threads reached out like tentacles and the area grew. It was amazing (and completely discouraging) to watch.
I top-stitched around the neckline to hold the facing in place, as well as stabilize the area as much as possible. No good. It still spread. I knew it would not last the first laundry day it encountered.
I decided I at least wanted to rock the blouse once, and do it somewhere fantastic. Dinner with friends, or the like. I also decided to use it as a learning experience since I had FINALLY gotten an invisible zipper foot.
(I know, I know. Don't judge me.)
So the time came to complete the last steps and put the blouse on ...
and it was so huge, it immediately started falling off my shoulders. Whaaaa? Did it magically grow on my dress form? Did I not adjust the size enough when I cut it out?
Regardless of how it became too big, it was too big and the first time wearing it was less than exciting. I wore a cardigan all day because the neckline gaped so much and the blouse kept falling off my shoulders. Once I got home, I threw it in a pile, where it stayed until I decided to take these pictures.
Since dealing with this fabric and pattern, I haven't been much in the mood to sew. Lately, I've been watching lots of PBS with my roommate and hanging out with my friends, which has been completely fantastic and relaxing. It's also been a great way to avoid the pile of projects I want to make and am hesitant to mess up. I'm hoping that attending a theme party this weekend (1940s!) will inspire me to whip out my Ginghers and get to work. Who knows? You may see a fabulous dress with pink steins all over it next week :)
Friends, what do you do to recover from a failure? Does it completely kill your sewing mojo?
Much love and many hugs to all of you, especially everyone attending MPB this coming weekend! Have a marvelous time!