You may remember, months ago, when I said I wanted to make something for Molly. I should have stopped at the nice thought and moved on. But no, instead I actually decided that I would, indeed, make her something. So I found a pattern for an A-line dress. So cute! So simple!
Or so I thought. My neighbor is lucky the sewing machine hasn’t ended up in his backyard. I’ve been thisclose to chucking that thing out the window on more than one occasion. Don’t get me wrong – things started out easy enough. First, I modified the dress by finding grosgrain ribbon to tie the dress closed at the back of the neck instead of a zipper, or buttons. Then, I had no problem cutting out the pattern and fabric. Easy-peasy, I thought, getting just a little too smug about this sewing business.
I got one shoulder seam sewn and started on the second one. I have sewn and ripped apart the second shoulder seam no less than 54 times. I kid you not. The tension is too tight, so I loosen it. The tension is too tight, so I loosen it. Back and forth. On and on. Multiple times a day, multiple days a week.
Months ago, I put the sewing machine away but today I got it back out. I’m newly inspired (by many things, including a subtle nudge from Jim that I should really finish the dress before Molly turns 21 and can’t fit in it) and felt ready to tackle the project again. Until the sewing machine made me cry. Something is WRONG with this sewing machine, I’ve decided.
And since I’m not going to finish this dress, I better go shopping to find a cute dress for my baby. I hope Molly knows I love her whether I can sew her a simple A-line dress or not!
{And for the love of God, if you know what is wrong with my sewing machine, please send me an email!}