|Guess what they make here?|
We had a wonderful week away in Dublin on the choir tour: singing (listening to singing), laughing, shopping, eating, walking, sightseeing, more eating, sewing buttons on choir robes and and so on. A good time was had by all. The weather was fine and it was surprising how just a 100 miles further south can make a difference in the temperature – warm and balmy.
|Christ Church, Dublin. One of the churches in which the boys sang|
|Ethereal in robes. It was too dark for my little camera to take a decent photo, but I like this one.|
I selected this pattern for the bra as it has 5 variations in the envelope so seemed good value and most importantly – it comes with an English instruction sheet. The pattern includes: 1 sports bra, 2 bras without wires and 2 bras with wires and underbust band. One of the wired bras is padded.
I took things slowly – I measured (accurately) and traced the pieces rather than cutting the pattern – even colour coded them – purple for view C.
Cups attached to mid-band. Mmmmm , what do I do about that point in the middle? I’ll come back to it later and figure it out then. Good plan.
Sides attached. Not too neatly but it’s black and you have to look very carefully to see the wonky stitching.
However, at this stage I’m beginning to think about fit. When can I try this on to check fit? At the end? There are that many zigzags and overlock stitches that it would be a nightmare to rip out.
So I carried on in blind faith.
The machine felt my uncertainty and started acted up – trapped fabric in the dog-feed. Not just once either!
Fabric not feeding through the needle.
My frustration was mounting; my time was wasting away; I questioned my sanity and why didn’t I feel the addiction that all other sewers seem to feel when making lingerie?
I adjusted and twiddled and tinkered about and carried on – getting angrier and angrier. You know the feeling?
Both fit. But I’m not happy about it.
Please tell me your first attempt was as horrendous as this!
I’ve been honest with you and admitted to all these mistakes and shown you the gory details. I’ve bared my soul and confessed.
I still don’t feel a sense of accomplishment or pride, nor an overwhelming desire to make more. Is there something wrong with me?
I’m off to make something easy like a tailored jacket in a check (plaid) fabric using haute couture and Saville Row tailoring techniques – matching all the checks and lines across the lapels and sleeves and fronts; bit of pad stitching; shrinking and stretching the wool for a perfect fit; underlining, interfacing, padding and lining. Oh look….
I’ve already started….