The One In Which A Grown Woman Cries


Okay, I'll admit it.  I was totally basking in the glory of having made a successful fitted garment.  And to add to that, I was getting even more cocky as I worked on my next dress and realized that it too was looking pretty damn good (if I don't say so myself). 

But life has a way of knocking you down a few pegs sometimes.

Case in point: Last night, as I was serging the seam allowances of my latest project, I caught a bit of the dress under the seam allowance and serged a hole in my dress.

That's right.  I cut a hole in my nearly completed dress and I have no fabric left to re-cut the piece that is now sporting a giant gash.

I think I might cry.

The dress in it's time-out chair.

* Don't feel too bad for me.  This is actually not the first time that I've done this.  Apparently I'm a dumb-butt.


  1. ugh! maybe that wanted to be a different color panel.

  2. I may have audibly gasped! That is a nightmare. I am so sorry.

  3. Oh that is just so sad. A patch perhaps?

  4. Depending on where the hole is located, what about some sort of funky trim lace or something creative like that?

    One of the last dresses I made, I didn't notice that the fabric had a major flaw in it, and I constructed the whole dress, tried it on....and voila...the flaw was dead center on my boob. Nice.


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