This weekend, I have pushed the boundaries of my limited apparel-making skills.
In June, Scott and I will be going to a retro-themed wedding, for which we will dress the part. In my search for a dress, I decided I would probably just be happier if I made one. Upon reaching that decision, I glazed over my distaste for sewing apparel.
A little over a year ago, I attempted to make a dress. It was, at best, a disaster. Not only am I incapable of reading apparel sewing patterns, but my disdain for following instructions - which usually makes projects more exciting - turned the entire dress into a horrific experience.
So, to accomplish this feat - for it is nothing less than that for me - I have called in a professional: my "patience is a virtue" aunt. She is, in my personal opinion, an accomplished seamstress. She made all my Halloween costumes, some without even having me present for measuring.
My Aunt Debbie is here now, guiding me into the unknown of dress making. So far, so good. My aunt has done the majority of the work - which is why things are still going well. I cut out all the pieces (supervised, of course), and my aunt slowly pieced everything together. I gathered the skirt and I sewed in the zipper! If there's one good thing about my stupidity, it's that I'm not hindered by fear because I don't know enough to be afraid. My zipper looks ... pretty good in my opinion. I'm sure it could have been better, but it's sufficient.
While I'm waiting for my aunt to put the finishing touches on the dress, I made a belt. Unsupervised!! And then I massacred a tie for Scott ... obviously unsupervised. My auntie will be fixing that when she's done with the dress.
In all, I'm happy with our progress, and my dress.
