It was before O was born and when I had massive amounts of free time on my hands.
It was before I was pregnant and my waist line grew (and then thankfully shrank) with each passing week.
It's been quite some time since I've sewn a serious garment for myself (and by serious, I mean a fitted garment with *gasp* a zipper) and yet lately, I can't stop thinking about sewing something to wear. It may be the beautiful spring dresses that I'm seeing in the stores. It may be because I feel absolutely blah about everything in my closet right now. Or it may be that I'm just glutton for punishment.
|My "assistant" helping me pin and cut out a pattern|
You see, me and garment sewing are not always friends...in fact, I sometimes curse at it and call it mean, vicious names, mostly because I have a hell of a time getting a good fit. Like most people my top half is a different size than my bottom half. Plus, I think I may be long waisted and I know that I have awful posture that makes things pull and gap in weird paces. It wasn't unusual for me to become utterly frustrated while trying to sew a garment and to throw up my hands when things didn't work out well. Despite all of this, I'm feeling the need to sew some clothes. We'll see how this goes.
* Yeah, yeah. I know that the fit part would go much better if I actually made a muslin, but that's just not the way that I roll.