Well, I’m stumped, I don’t mind admitting. I was all set to share a new make with you today. It was a third version of the Myosotis dress, having made two stupendously successful versions – here and here – that get worn week in, week out.
Then, I tried on my WIP as it neared completion and realised it looked … awful. It was some sort of cross between maternity wear, hospital gown and Handmaid’s Tale. Suffice to say, momma didn’t take no blog photos!
I was working with the most beautiful brushed cotton in a tiny dogstooth check, bought from Fabrics Galore. Honestly, if you’re making a men’s shirt or something warm yet lightweight for yourself, I really recommend this fabric. I’m so sad I wasted it.
But I’ve realised that my versions of the Myositis work best with a fabric that has lots of drape and weight, and the cotton was a bit too pouffy for my dress.
And now, I’m stumped. My sewing hasn’t got off to the best of starts in 2019. I’m glad that the dress got me back into the sewing habit, but it’s always nice to have something at the end of the project. You know?!
Now, I just can’t decide:
- Launch straight into another version of the Myosotis with some silk in my stash?
- Turn to the coat I’ve been stockpiling supplies for?
- Sew a quick and easy palate cleanser? I’m just not sure I need another jersey sweater…
- Make something entirely different, like that quilted baby blanket I’ve been vowing to sew?
- Stop navel gazing and just sew something – anything!
It’s strange when sewing occasionally hurts your feelings. I feel let down by my taste, my judgement and my sewing. Why am I taking it so personally? I’ve been sewing for over eight years now and I pride myself on my thick skin. Or is it just that time of year?
Honestly, I’m stumped. Do you have any answers?