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http://ift.tt/29MZG5U:thesacredreznor replied to your post “Ugh! I’m in my own house for the first time in over a week and so I…”
ugh i feel this. i’ve never tried to sew (partly because of my peripheral awareness that they don’t really make patterns for people my size) but it’s so awful not being able to find anything that can fit me and being reduced to shopping at like 3 stores, one of which i hate, the other is too expensive, the other is fine but the clothes tend to fall apart :(
My weird attention-span or math or spatial reckoning disorder or whatever it is means that I can’t actually follow a pattern, so I’m spared that at least. It just means that I have to really work to reverse-engineer things, and more often than not, I’m engineering things, because what I want has never been made (that I can find) in a size/shape like mine. I just have these boobs, y’know, and they’re like, they have their own postal code. And you have to respect their relationship with gravity in a certain kind of way, and literally no fashion bloggers or DIY enthusiasts or anybody ever talks about that. I see garment after garment that is backless or has a single bust dart or is just ever so cute and exactly what I want and is predicated on having a 5″-6″ difference in full bust and underbust measurement (“for the curvy girl!”) (I have a 12″ difference in underbust and full bust) and like. I’m just. I’m just tired.
Plus I’m trying to make do exclusively with existing garments and scraps I got as remnants, so I don’t have more than half a yard of any one thing, and a lot of it is already cut in odd shapes that mean it’s irrespective of the grain line, so I can piece together a whole yard of it maybe but it’s not going to hang right.
And when I can make it work, sure, it’s super artsy, but mostly it doesn’t quite work so it’s frumpy as shit. And I don’t care, exactly, but it’s a lot to think about.
And I’m just tired.
And I only work part-time now so I can’t justify the expense of just– buying the things I want, and anyway the things made that would work for me are so ugly and shoddy and not my aesthetic. I guess the upside is I’m not tempted to spend money. But the downside is that I’m dressed like a total freak.
I should take some photos of the garments I have successfully made– I debuted a great refashioned tank top that I bought on clearance from LL Bean forever ago, and it was petite, so it was way too wide and short, so I screen-printed Jeeps on it and stuck a strip of an old shirt on as a waistband, then made a skirt out of two different colors of scrap fabric, and added some exquisite wide-lace trim Liesl gave me, and embroidered the neck with neon yellow floss, but it’s too short to be a dress and I don’t know what to wear it with.
And I’m almost finished with a refashion of a free promotional Miller Lite men’s t-shirt I added a waistband and multicolored-panel skirt to, and I just need to add pockets and do something about the giant armholes where I cut the sleeves off.
See, I’m not hopeless. I just– I really want to make a cool crossover-back smock I saw a pattern for, but I don’t want to cut into what little virgin yardage I have to make it. But it’s so hard to piece fabric for big things like that, I should just– do it. I have one big piece of nice linen. I just. I don’t want to cut it in case I fuck up. You know.
Anyway. Why do I freak out so much over starting projects? You all know why.
And yeah this is me being in some despair over making a new chapter 3 by Wednesday. I may not succeed. I have too much subplot to come up with.
