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Bought a nice pattern for a jacket, some off-white denim to make it out of, and ordered some black habutae to line it with. The pattern said it was easy, listed all the measurements, recommended fabrics, etc. I was feeling pretty good about this. If I buckle down and work on something, I could finish it in a couple days. Beeks' costume could have been finished in a couple days if I hadn't bee constantly waiting for him to catch up or do the things I told him to do.
So, yeah, I was feeling good about my project. Naturally, things turned into a shitstorm.
The pattern I bought was for smaller sizes, despite having larger sizes listed on it. A veteran sewer, her tape measure, and a little bit of math, however, proved that it SHOULD fit me better than a larger size would, even though the pattern says it's for women with a bust size ten inches smaller than mine.
Even though it did not say it on the package, the pattern includes pieces to measure facing. I had no fucking clue and I was just going to bag the lining instead. The instructions are riddled with typos and bad translations, so I'm 90% sure that the pattern was originally in French. I need cheap muslin to test the sizing of the jacket and make sure that it does indeed fit my wonderful, full bosom. I swear, these things are good for catching cracker crumbs and getting me discounts at GameStop. NOTHING ELSE.
In the end, it became highly apparent that this project is NOT a beginner project and that it would take quite a while for even an experienced seamstress. I leave for school in nine days, and I cannot FUCKING WAIT. Get me the hell out of here, seriously. I'm tired of dad's constant racial and religious slurs and mom's passive-aggressive rants over people not doing the fucking dishes.
I've displayed remarkable patience up to this point, but I am not Buddha. I'm willing to ignore any kind of shit my roommates will give me JUST so I can get out of my parents' house.
I'm going to go sit at Starbucks and knit or something.
So, yeah, I was feeling good about my project. Naturally, things turned into a shitstorm.
The pattern I bought was for smaller sizes, despite having larger sizes listed on it. A veteran sewer, her tape measure, and a little bit of math, however, proved that it SHOULD fit me better than a larger size would, even though the pattern says it's for women with a bust size ten inches smaller than mine.
Even though it did not say it on the package, the pattern includes pieces to measure facing. I had no fucking clue and I was just going to bag the lining instead. The instructions are riddled with typos and bad translations, so I'm 90% sure that the pattern was originally in French. I need cheap muslin to test the sizing of the jacket and make sure that it does indeed fit my wonderful, full bosom. I swear, these things are good for catching cracker crumbs and getting me discounts at GameStop. NOTHING ELSE.
In the end, it became highly apparent that this project is NOT a beginner project and that it would take quite a while for even an experienced seamstress. I leave for school in nine days, and I cannot FUCKING WAIT. Get me the hell out of here, seriously. I'm tired of dad's constant racial and religious slurs and mom's passive-aggressive rants over people not doing the fucking dishes.
I've displayed remarkable patience up to this point, but I am not Buddha. I'm willing to ignore any kind of shit my roommates will give me JUST so I can get out of my parents' house.
I'm going to go sit at Starbucks and knit or something.