Hubby was out for a boy's night and I ventured out to the fabric store with the little guys. Why do I ever think this is a good idea? I always lose focus of what I am actually looking for and balk at what I end up with when I get home.
I nearly bought hunter's orange because I wasn't paying attention.
I came home, washed and pressed the fabric that night with intentions to start the next morning.
In the morning, I pressed the pattern (!), measured, cut, pinned, did everything right. I was slowing down to enjoy the process while I sipped coffee and the kids played.
|evidence of my rule following!|
I plugged along. I worked on it nearly eight hours the first day. We never made it out of our jammies either. I worked slowly and meticulously, realizing I had chosen the pattern I own with the most pieces for this endeavor. It took me right at a week to finish. I worked on it A LOT. I don't have a craft room so once I dragged it out I worked on it for hours at a time.
So here is the final dress:
|Those von Trapps were so sad when their father caught them in play clothes.|
|A good shot of the fabric so you can see how curtain-like this is. |
Final verdict: This wasn't about the dress itself, or about the fabric, or even about becoming Leisl (she made being 16 so cool). This was about slowing down to enjoy the process of creating something with your hands. Did I enjoy it? Absolutely. I can't do it every day until I can create a dedicated work space in my house. I will still sew with abandon--probably more frequently than not. It was a fun little experiment and repaired some of the burned bridges between me and patterns!
And maybe someday I will learn not to go fabric shopping with the boys in tow!