In theory, this is one of my favourite things about sewing your own clothes. You have complete freedom to change things up and turn them around in joyful, creative self-expression.
In reality, I hate it. And I hate it because I suck at it. And why do I suck at it?
Because I seem to be suffering from the delusion that improv = shortcut. That taking the off-piste route will get me down the mountain quicker, with more fun and less rules. That I will arrive there triumphantly shouting "Look everybody, look at this SUPER COOL thing that I just threw together using an idea out of MY VERY OWN HEAD!!".
|Them stripes don't match and that elastic's too tight!|
Yeah. Both those things.
Why is this? When I'm following a pattern I almost consciously raise my game, partly to learn things, and partly so as to do justice to all that effort I'm putting in. Yet about 2 seconds after straying away away from the instructions, I start behaving like: decent seam finishes - why bother? Wibbly hem - whatever! Stabilising with elastic, putting zippers in stretch fabric? Not going to google that, no thank you ma'am!
|But I just don't like interfacing in the shoulder seams!|
|It sits well nowhere|
Why? WHY?? I ask you?
Seriously, am I alone in this? What the hell is going on here?
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- Patterns: Megan Nielsen's Briar and Steph C's Blank Canvas Tee (dress length).
- Briar fabric: grey sweatshirting from the Chien Vert.
- Dress fabric: cheap-as-chips jersey from Berger (yeah, it didn't help. A slippery, non-stripe-matchy pain in the backside).