Jan 21, 2013
Readers, you know the saying that when you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is to stop digging?
Yesterday I decided to see what I could create with the four yards of polyester suiting-type fabric I purchased in the bargain section of Fabrics for Less for $2 a yard. I bought it thinking I could experiment with making a contrasting plastron on my McCall 1939 pattern. And experiment I did.
I cut and interfaced my plastron pieces (pic shows interfacing before fusing).
I shirred my bodice.
I painstakingly added some of that gathered vintage lace I picked up at the flea market last week to the plastron and attached the embellished plastron to the bodice.
Next, I cut and attached the collar.
I even bound the edge of the polyester collar with some poly satin bias binding I unearthed in my notions stash.
But the more I sewed with this fabric, the more I was reminded of the uniform I wore when I worked at Burger King one summer as a teenager: the same spongy thickness, sour smell, and soft creases.
And then it hit me: I'm not digging this. I don't like the way it looks and I don't like the way it feels. Could it turn out decent? Perhaps. But I don't want to try. I think I got my eight dollars' worth and if I didn't, them's the breaks. On Tuesday I plan to donate what's left to the Salvation Army.
I'm not 100% sold on the print fabric I bought on Sunday either, though it's of considerably higher quality. It's making me think of a vintage Seventies Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress more than a 1930's day dress. I may just have to look for something better.
Readers, do you ever start a project, have second thoughts, and just scrap it? I know many home sewers have a closet full of UFO's, but with the exception of a corduroy blazer I started two years ago and never finished, I haven't had too much first-hand experience with them.
If you're the type of person who generally soldiers on till the end of a project, is it something you do more out of duty than out of a firm belief that you'll like the result? (Is the cost of the fabric ever the deciding issue?)
We're all entitled to the occasional "poly folly," right? We needn't punish ourselves.
What was your poly folly, or its closest equivalent?
Happy Monday, everybody!