Stupid thing is, I think it took me longer to make -- correction, I am sure it took me longer to make this one with the machine than it took me to hand-sew the last one I made. I'm still hounding Abigail for a photo of that one. I mean, really, Equinox gym. She worked for them in NYC this summer and they gave her a men's XL t-shirt that I made into an uber-cool halter. She looks wicked good in it. I think I'll withhold next semester's tuition payment until I get a photo. Seems fair.
Unfortunately, I confirmed what I thought: I am a menace with a sewing machine. Luckily no one got hurt and I did not set the machine or the house on fire, but it is a very good thing I am working on cheap t-shirts and not anything good. My finish work is bloody awful. If you are good at sewing, you should be warned: What follows may make you so disgusted that you will never be able to look me in the eye again.
I have done some sewing over the years. Before Abigail was born, I made a baby quilt and a bumper pad for her crib. We used it, but it was certainly nothing to write home about. Then when she was a baby, I tried to make her a few things, and I made her Halloween costumes over the years. Not good. There is something about sewing. My heart races, my blood pressure rises, I get really hot and sweaty, and my muscles tense up so much that my back and neck hurt. I cannot sew a straight line, and I tend to cut corners -- nah, I don't need to iron this hem before I sew it -- nah, I don't need to bother with buying any interfacing -- nah, I don't need to pick out and redo that seam that has a pucker in it. I would like to get better, but I just don't seem to have an aptitude or the patience for it.
This halter top is no exception. It will wear very cute. And because it is specifically a remade/hippyish kind of ultra-casual garment, none of this will really matter, but oh, how awful is my finish work. As I say, I cannot sew a straight seam. I make mistakes and don't fix them properly. I do things too fast so they don't turn out right.
On this top, for example, I cut a word out of a quote that was on the back of the shirt and made a cute little patch type thingy on the back. Cute idea, poorly executed. Then when I tried on the top, I realized that it had to be taken in quite a bit, because Abigail is a lot narrower than I am. But of course I had already sewn the little patch on. I had to cut it off and take in the seam. Well, of course I could have used a seam-ripper and saved some fabric, but do you think I was about to go hunting for the seam-ripper? Then, because of the cutting, the patch was too small to accept another seam without sewing over the letters on the ends of the word. I tried to zig-zag it on, only to discover that I had not caught the patch in the stitches. (you can see the zig-zags still there. I'm so bad.)
The original word I chose, which I thought was kind of cute, was "wild." So I had to choose another word in the quote and sew it on. But you can see all the mistakes and ickiness it resulted in on the back. I reiterate: Thankfully it's a free t-shirt and an ultra-casual garment, and it will look very cute on her even with the messiness. And college kids won't give a care about its imperfections -- in fact, if this were from Abercrombie & Fitch, you know they'd have to charge an extra $149 because it's a mess.
I guess that's why we practice. Maybe with enough practice I'll be able to make something half decent someday before I die, but I think it's rather doubtful.
I think it was a rather creative way to use that very wide logo, but I fear that it's entirely too small. If it is, I'll just change it into a top. That book is full of clever ideas for inspiration.
Transcripts? As I said - ZERO. Which just means I'll have to do it this weekend. But I soooooo needed an R&R day.
I love the idea of a Pumpkin Watch. You betcha. Right here, baby. :)