I’m not the first one to write about this, and I won’t be the last. But I don’t think there can be too many shame stories like this uncovered and discussed openly. Shame wants to remain secret, in the dark, festering like mold. In my experience, when exposed to sunlight, it dies.
For most of my life, I didn’t wear sleeveless. I didn’t even consider it. While there were plenty of styles I figured I could theoretically do but were “better” to avoid (fitted tops, short skirts, etc.), a few things seemed completely off-limits as a RULE. This included bikinis, anything midriff-baring, and sleeveless. I didn’t question this, didn’t mull it over, didn’t consider challenging it. I also didn’t ponder going to the moon for my lunch break.
I’m not sure exactly what changed for me several years ago. Continue reading
I’ve noticed widely varying sentiments regarding kimono sleeves — some people adore them, some really really don’t. I get that. For me, the thing I didn’t like about some of my earlier kimono-sleeve makes was the fit of the armscye — sometimes it was too low, sometimes too big, sometimes it just felt wrong or only the sleeve width itself needed adjusting. After a couple of years of finally getting a grasp on adjustments to set-in sleeves, these things threw me quite the curve — all while maintaining the pretense of being simpler…
During a conversation this past weekend, I mentioned (as I sometimes do) that I am not a very advanced sewist. Miss Lulu got annoyed with me! She told me that she didn’t want to hear me say that ever again. She wouldn’t even hear my protestations. :) It got me thinking…
I often talk to people who I believe are far more skilled than I am, and yet they don’t feel well-versed in areas that I frequent confidently: knits, zippers, bust adjustments… When I think of the techniques that I feel good about now but was intimidated by a year or two ago, it’s clear to see how far I’ve come. Yet, I still think of myself as an “advanced beginner.”
Y’all. I pre-ordered the Tiramisu. As in, before it was released. As in, September 25, 2012, the day the pre-sale began. (I just double-checked my Etsy account to make sure.) So why – WHY – is this my first make from the pattern?
I spent the better part of the time it took to construct this dress asking myself that exact question. I’m going to get all psycho – logical up in here, so take heed. Usually, when I’m avoiding something, the culprit is fear. So, that was an easy answer, but the hard part was fear of WHAT? Figuring that out took a process of elimination. Continue reading
The sewcialist community seems to be divided on the two-timing thing. Some folks love developing relationships with many projects at once, while some are absolutely faithful and may as well be wearing blinders. For most of my sewing life, I’ve been a one-plan woman. Getting started can be the hardest part for me, so when that’s done, I pretty much plow through to the end. Those things in my drawers that I call Unfinished Objects (UFOs) are, in truth, Will Never Be Finished Objects (WNBFOs). If I’ve become so perturbed with something that it gets put away, it is likely that it will languish there until I throw/give it away or reuse the fabric for something else. Very few exceptions.
But lately, in the past month or two, I’ve been flirting with the other side. Continue reading
Quite a few years ago, I got this slip of paper in a fortune cookie:
While I get into this stuff sometimes for fun, in truth I am not superstitious — so in no way did I interpret this as “meant for me.” But regardless, it was incredibly applicable to me, and I loved the way I felt when I read it. It’s as if a soothing voice was whispering to me, It’s okay to go slowly. This is what works best for you.
I’ve displayed this note in a variety of places since I received it… desks at work, bathroom mirrors, above the stove, etc… Continue reading