Project Interruptus

Apr 27, 2013 11:25

So I've been stitching away on my big fat bustle dress. Bodice went together perfectly, wow, just like I remember it. Now it's time for sleeves!

Sleeves are not generally a problem for me - as long as I get them lined up on the grain, it's usually one pass and they're in. So, I start work on these sleeves. La-la-la, gather the sleeve head, la-la-la baste in place. Et voila? No, not voila. I decide I hate the height on the sleeve head - way too high. So I pull the sleeve off, then measure and trim the sleeve head down.

La-la-la, gather the sleeve head, la-la-la baste in place. Et voila? Grumble, grumble, grumble. Gathers are wonky. So I pull the sleeve off. La-la-la, gather the sleeve head, la-la-la baste in place. Et voila?

Eight times. I set and reset that stinking sleeve eight times, and it is still an abomination! What to do,what to do? Ahh! I know: Exile! To the pile of shame with you! When I can stand to look upon its lovely overembroidered piquet cotton again, I will cut a new set of sleeves and see if it can be redeemed. But right now?

This bodice is dead to me.

P.S. My hatred of the Perfect Pleater knows no bounds. I hate it with the heat of many suns, and the depth of the Marianas Trench. Only the sky above is vast enough to contain my burning rage, but only just.
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