This is the jumper that I wrote that long description of in Technical Sewing Stuff. I realized today that it isn’t ruined. Since I don’t have to use the zipper to get it on and off, I can just leave it zipped all the time. The shredded fabric can be fixed if I pull the loose strands through to the back. You can see I still have to hem the bottom.
When I cut the pieces out for this blouse I accidentally placed the wrong pattern piece on the fold of the fabric, so I had to cut the back piece open and make a seam up the front center. I inserted a strip of bias tape (the blue stripe) so that the measurement of the front wouldn’t be reduced by adding the seam. I still have to put buttons on the cuffs.
The finishing touches of any of these projects is the worst for me. I love the beginning, wade through the middle, and hate the end. It seems like the end would be the best part, because right after that I have something new to wear. But at the end there’s no more potential for whatever I’m making to turn into something really fantastic. That potential probably isn’t really there in the beginning either, but the illusion of it is stronger. In this way, sewing has been exactly like painting for me.
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