Some of you may remember my challenges with the first toile on The Lady In Red Dress and my baggy midriff:
It Was All My Fault
Back in November, I dared to suggest that the midriff section was too deep and a design flaw in the pattern. Wrong! It was my fault entirely, as I discovered last night at my second sewing lesson.
In the first week we were told to take detailed measurements of our bodies, with the help of a classmate. We did. For the first time in my life I discovered what my neck to waist measurement was – and last night, as I cut out the pattern pieces for the V8667, our tutor advised me to ensure that the bodice sections matched the actual measurements of my body.
Guess what? They didn’t. Guess what else? This is the first time in my sewing career that I’ve ever paid attention to this detail. I could see how some of us had longer legs or a thinner waist or bigger boobs or wider shoulders. But a torso? Well, it’s just a torso, isn’t it? Yeah, I know. Naive. Some would say bloody-minded. Yet others would call me a damn fool!
So I needed to take an inch and a half off the back bodice. Did this mean I needed to take the same depth off all the other bodice sections? Good job I checked. Er, no, you bleedin’ idiot. (Am rapidly running out of terms of abuse for myself.) Turns out, you lay each of the bodice pieces next to each other. You line up the notched markings. Oh, those pretty little triangles and stuff? I thought they were just there to make me feel inadequate. So I did as I was told – always a challenge for me – and finally had four amended bodice sections that all matched up, picture above. As I said, a revelation!
And now for a piece of blogging that may be true trainspotting. I’ve checked my sewing spending over the past year. How much have I spent from January 2010 to January 2011? Deep breath. Including the cost of the sewing course and investment in several key pieces of equipment:
How does this compare to my other hobbies:
So I guess this confirms what we already know: sewing is no fast route to reduced spending. I spent £307 on clothes in the same time span. (And £316 on lattes – yes, I have a serious addiction. Hang on. What? I spent more on lattes than on clothes? That’s madness!)
My sewing spends work out at £70 a month. That’s not an amount to be sniffed at. But to put it in context, back in the giddy days of youth when I used to smoke, I probably spent about £100 a month on cigarettes. So you roll your dice, you take your chances. Early death or a beautiful wardrobe? When you put it like that… I’m doing myself a favour with all this sewing!