A.K.A the dress that nearly broke me.
Anyone who used to read Curves knows I try to keep things pretty positive on my blog. I want this to be an uplifting space that celebrates creativity and our unique body shapes. But let's be honest, sometimes a sewing project turns into a cluster fuck of emotional turbulence from hell, and that's Ok.
Reader, meet my cluster fuck. I'm happy with the outcome but the creation of it nearly had me in tears, rocking in the corner of a room, and nursing a glass of port chanting "Liberty fabric. Liberty fabric."
The fabric is Liberty of London (swoon) that was given to me by the lovely, intelligent Kate. The google-sphere (you guys!) told me Liberty was a dream to sew with--which it is--but scared of wasting it I went for a 'fail-proof' project choosing a Burdastyle bodice and the Burdastyle Jenny skirt; both garments I've sewn before with success.
So what went wrong?
I. Have. No. Fecking. Idea.
First the darts wouldn't match up and then the waist was completely lopsided (over 3 centimetres) and the zip got stuck and the skirt sides didn't meet then I spent hours unpicking stitches and let's not even talk about when my overlocker chewed the bottom 14 centimetres of the skirt.
No, let's not discuss any of that.
Let's just be grateful for port, seam rippers, Liberty fabric, boyfriends that help you pin a hem, giant leaves, and cluster fucks that turn out rather pretty.
What was your most frustrating project? Did you soldier on, or throw in the towel?