Not today though, today I show you shitty pictures of sewing which is unwearable and made me want to cry. Yup another college project.
Because I am an insufferable idiot I decided to push the boat out with my drafting, I couldn't just be sensible and make a little dress like everyone else instead I decide to make a quilted, pleated coat of doom.
This is a picture of me messing around with some stand work, deciding where I want my pleated panelling and whatnot
After dicking around and drawing on my fabric a lot I decided I wanted to quilt the skirt of the dress. In my wisdom I decided that this meant the bodice lining should be quilted (so the wearer would be 'evenly warm' - I can think of no other way to describe it, it made sense to me at the time)
I was actually pretty good and started my drafting early on this project (with delusions of digitising it!), then I started to worry and toiled half a bodice and realised I would never be able to get a finish i was happy with as drafted so I want back to the drawing board, changed the block I was working with and tweaked a few design lines to make the sewing more manageable (HA!) I finished the re-draft on the Sunday (my hand in date being the Wednesday)
|Drafting WTFuckery, I made my life slightly easier by photocopying my blocks instead of tracing them|
So Monday morning finally saw me sewing. I decided to do the 'easy' bits first so I started with quilting the lining, the slippery cheap acetate lining. Oh yeah without a walking foot. I 'measured' the distance between quilting lines with a bit of tape (I say a bit, I think I got through most of a roll by the time I was done)
|quilting acetate = sewing hell|
So about three hours later I'm finished with this shit and I move onto my pleated sections. Working on cheap ass calico feels like a dream, it holds a crease and doesn't shift around under the machine.
The rest of the day becomes a bit of a blur after this. I take a time out to go and pick Beau up from work, he gives me a very funny look in the car as I look like a wreck wearing sweat pants and I am covered in various colours of thread as well as having the expression of someone teetering on the edge of insanity. We go home and I waste more sewing time by having to stop and eat. After this I carry on assembling until I get to putting the back bodice together. The back of this monstrosity is like a fucking jigsaw. I spend I don't know how long re arranging all the pieces trying to remember how they all fit together, for this project we weren't required to have a master pattern and I didn't think to take a picture of the back before cutting out all my pattern pieces. By this point I could cry, happily I remember Finally how everything fits and get it sewn together before I forget again. At this point in the day I am told in no uncertain terms to stop sewing.
I know myself pretty well and on the Tuesday I was very happy that I had had the foresight to book the day off work. I started the day by marking the quilting lines on my skirt piece. No mean feat as the skirt has no side seams. It takes me about 4 attempts to get this right and takes an age. I am frustrated and tired.
At this point I think 'fuck it' and give up on my plan of quilting the lining along with the outer fabric as I have no time to baste. I quilt the outer and then join the lining at the hem (hack job!!) The bodice is sewn to the skirt and the seam is bound and I bind the bottom of the bodice lining so no raw edges are showing.
|I have no idea what this is a photo of!|
I originally planned to put in hook and eye tape to the bodice centre front as a fastening. I decide I can live without this and call it a day on the sewing.
Sadly this was not the end of my frustrations with this project. Complicated patterns mean complicated tech drawings and I had not practised on Illustrator over the summer (I was also doing this project on my old laptop, I have a new computer now and Illustrator seems much easier to use on it)
|Shitty tech drawing (I told you the back was complicated!)|
Finally the one picture I took of the finished object ( I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, or iron it for that matter)
Anyway - note to self - do not be a dick and try and show off.