Who would have guessed that sewing 5 little girl's swimsuits in a row could make one go mad. I was growling at inanimate objects (namely ill behaved thread), talking to myself, and even threatened to give up sewing entirely. It was that bad.I cut the entire top off one in an effort to salvage it. Chopped it clean off. After several surgeries, it fits...barely. Tighter than a glove. I guess that's what you get when you ask to be the first recipient. I have almost finished 4, Olive's is last, and I am perfecting the method.
I'm lining them all, which I haven't done in the past, but am finding it makes for a much more solid suit. Also, I chose this project to learn how to use my new serger. I think it is the cause for my chronic headache this week. But, boy have I learned. I have studied the user's manual like my semester's grade depended on it.
What? You mean that little tiny switch makes a difference between jumbled threads and a pretty stitch? Psh. It is making me miss my Gladys. Why, yes, I just named my sewing machine. Is there a club for that?
I even got online one night after the top chopping to buy some swimsuits instead, it got that bad, but I couldn't justify spending $100 on swimsuits for everyone when I had 3 yards crumpled on the sewing studio floor waiting to be used. So, I went at it again.
Yes, I'm ready for some solid wovens and just two threads to meddle with. But, (there's always a but, right?) the girls are so excited about their new swimsuits, and the fact that I let a little $2/yard sparkle slip into the designs. And I have a newfound confidence in coverstitching. I ought to name her as well, since I no longer loathe her. Suggestions?
And speaking of new machines, this is my new lint roller. He's currently working on sprouting two little teeth. I'll miss his gummy smile.