I hate sewing. I really, really hate sewing.
Just when I start thinking I'm enjoying it a little bit, something starts screwing up. Then it isn't long and I'm screaming and roaring and pulling out my hair in frustration. The same thing happens with math.
I finally had the urge to start making the suit coats for the Ginger and Lou plushies. I knew I'd need a new pattern, because I'd been having trouble getting the one I used for Hamilton to work with Ginger and Lou. So since Lou is the biggest around, I used him to model for a new pattern.
I tried to make it big. I thought I was doing well.
But it ended up too short for a suit coat, even with the tiniest hem I could manage. And now that I have one sleeve attached, it somehow seems shorter than ever.
I'm going to have to sew on a piece at the bottom to make it longer, if I decide I can salvage it at all. I should probably really just start over with everything, as the armhole really seems a bit too snug, but I don't have enough material for that and I think I might just scream if I have to start over with everything.
Aurgh ... why, why, why.
Just when I start thinking I'm enjoying it a little bit, something starts screwing up. Then it isn't long and I'm screaming and roaring and pulling out my hair in frustration. The same thing happens with math.
I finally had the urge to start making the suit coats for the Ginger and Lou plushies. I knew I'd need a new pattern, because I'd been having trouble getting the one I used for Hamilton to work with Ginger and Lou. So since Lou is the biggest around, I used him to model for a new pattern.
I tried to make it big. I thought I was doing well.
But it ended up too short for a suit coat, even with the tiniest hem I could manage. And now that I have one sleeve attached, it somehow seems shorter than ever.
I'm going to have to sew on a piece at the bottom to make it longer, if I decide I can salvage it at all. I should probably really just start over with everything, as the armhole really seems a bit too snug, but I don't have enough material for that and I think I might just scream if I have to start over with everything.
Aurgh ... why, why, why.