Oh. My. God. I hope yesterday isn’t an indicator of what’s to come in 2012. I girded my loins and returned to the coat, terrified at the prospect of setting in the sleeves.
Turns out my terror was well-placed. I spent an entire day setting in and adjusting ONE SLEEVE. Seriously. (Let’s not dwell on the fact that I also had to unravel 6cm of knitting.) Finally, in the evening, my boyfriend barked, ‘Stop. Touching. The. Coat!’
I started composing a run down of everything I did yesterday, but then realised I didn’t want to bore you to death, but here are a couple of details: I realised that the ickle strip of calico wasn’t anywhere near enough to support the sleeve head, so I added some batting:
Giving no support at all
Hopefully, giving more support.
I’m not sure I can even look at the coat today. And I still have one sleeve left to do! (As well as opening up the rear windows on the bound button holes. Gulp.) I’m definitely pushing the boundaries of what I’m capable of on this make. I don’t mind doing that, but I feel so isolated! You know that saying: You don’t know what you don’t know? I definitely know I don’t know things! With no teacher to reassure me, my only learning can be from making mistakes – and mistakes can be costly with cashmere coating.
From time to time, I read the odd bit of snobbery about home sewists, but I think we’re some of the bravest people out there! How can a person tip their nose in the air at that?
What’s the most time you’ve spent on a single step in the sewing process? TELL me I’m not the only one.