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If you watch sports, you know the player commonly referred to as the "Choke artist". That athlete can be on top of his game anytime EXCEPT when it's down to the line and the whole team is counting on him. It's a head thing. For some reason, this poor athlete can't do the most fundamental things when the game is on the line.
I've decided I must be a sewing choke artist. I can sew garment after garment with few to no errors, all year long...except Easter. Three years ago, I was picking out the seams of 14 tucks at 1 a.m. Easter morning, after realizing that I'd "tucked" unevenly. Two years ago I forgot to measure my oldest girl's arm curcumference and GUESSED at it Easter Eve, rather than wake the girl up to measure. The poor child's fingers had poor circulation that Easter due to some very very snug cuffs on her puffy short sleeves. Last year I bought fabric that looked lovely, but turned into the most horrendous wrinkled mass in the dryer. I went and bought different fabric, which was also lovely, but I didn't manage to buy enough. That year I justified the existence of my fabric stash by finding enough "scraps" to put together a coordinating bodice.
This year I really wanted to be ahead of the game and actually finish the dresses before Saturday night. I took my daughters fabric shopping and we found a lovely fabric. I promptly got that fabric washed, went to skim the pattern, and it hit me like a freight train...I didn't have NEAR enough fabric to make 2 dresses. WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH ME?!? I can read the back of a pattern envelope. REALLY. I CAN. I do it all year long. Except, apparently, at Easter.
So we went back to Joann's yesterday, got more fabric, washed it, and I set to work today. Cutting went as well as cutting could go, although I realized hours later that I hadn't bothered to read the pattern piece which would have given me the oh-so-helpful information that I needed 4 sleeve pieces and not just 2. Nothing like dragging out the fabric scraps after you think you've finished the cutting job.
This afternoon, during nap/quiet time, I finally got a head of steam. I was cruising along, congratulating myself on a relatively simple pattern choice this year, when I discovered I'd left off the sashes I had wanted to add. Rip-rip-rip. Not long after, I sewed a sleeve to the inside of the dress. Rip-rip-rip.
So, tonight, I'm sitting on the couch enduring a self-mandated time out from the sewing machines. My choke fest needs a breather. I still have to gather and attach the skirts, put in the zippers, hem the dresses, and make some fabric roses to put at the waists. I ought to be able to finish those tasks tomorrow morning.
If I don't choke. |
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