The occasion was the long-awaited completion of that skirt you see. As the title of this post suggests, it used to be a dress. It was a thrift store score a few years ago, just the latest in the procession of long-forgotten thrift finds that are getting dragged out and re-fashioned here these days. This one even involved inserting elastic, and a zipper (!).
The re-fashioning I've been doing is part of a plan. Well, part of two plans, actually. The first is to clear some stuff out of my studio. I have so many little bits stuffed into corners, projects waiting to be made, etc etc. I'm sure some of you can relate to this plan.
My other plan involves sewing clothing. I've never sewn anything intended to be worn, short of a shoulder bag. Oh, sure, I've done quilts and little pouches, birdies and wee houses and even stuffed elephants, but I've always been afraid to cross over and start sewing clothes. Deep down, I have this fear: I'll see something, the Perfect Dress or Perfect Skirt, something I want to sew. I will fall in love. I will go out, I will buy a few yards of the Most Gorgeous Fabric, I will come home. I will bravely cut into it. And after being as careful and attentive as possible, after following the directions to the letter, the darn thing won't fit right. In the end, after all the effort, the skirt will pucker in an unfortunate place. It will sag. It will be downright unflattering, and so, disheartened, I will stow it in the back of my closet, never to be worn, the fabric too beautiful to part with.
This is my fear. So, in an effort to confront my fear, I've begun dabbling with some of my thrift score finds. If I mess up a dress I laid down a buck fifty for, it's not such a big deal. In the meantime, I might learn some stuff, like about pleats, or tucks, or how to do elastic. Bit by bit, I'm hoping to gain the skills which will enable me to salvage my unflattering sewing project of the future.
So far, so good.