I got the dress finished to the point I could try it on. First word I thought of was dowdy. Then frumpy. Then I showed Rob. He said I looked like a substitute teacher. The substitute! And then, just so he could tweak my mother in the retelling of the tale, he said I looked like a children's librarian.
Yeah, I doubt my mom has ever dressed like this.
So. The thoughts of finishing this two weeks ago went right out the window. But it can't stay wadded up in a ball in the corner forever (although one or two people said it could). Something needs to be done.
It looks worse on the hanger than it does on me. It needs hemming, the sleeves done and top-stitching. I am miffed that I picked a pattern that should have flattered my body shape, looked stylish and yet ended up like this. I plan to bring it to my mother, assess it, and either fix it so I can wear it or finish it to give away.
A learning experience, that's for sure!
Some positive/fun things from this: I recalled a lot of my training (Mom taught me to sew by making clothes). I remembered how to read the pattern, what steps could be skipped if you pinned like crazy, how to mark with needle and thread. I also discovered that the pattern tissue sounds exactly like crinkling plastic bags... at least to a pair of hungry guinea pigs. I had lots of demands for food while I was working with the pattern pieces.
Once I figure out how to finish the dress, the next project will be to get rid of the scrap. I think there's some more rope bowls in my near future!
What a shame you aren't pleased with it, if nothing else it demonstrates your dress making skills, and at least you can reuse the fabric elsewhere, so it's not a waste xx I can barely breathe without my five guinea pigs shouting at me for veggies! I love them dearly, but crikey they have a veggie problem :D xx
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