Greetings all ^-^
Today is a ranty day. Yesterday was a sewing day. I have begun to make a wonderful steampunk coat. It is going to be very pretty and whatnot. I began hopeful of smooth sailings on calm seas yesterday (despite the horrible weather outside), as all the pieces were fitting together nicely. Things were looking good for my new coat.
Things took a turn downhill once I accidentally sewed some things together that I shouldn't have done. At this point I will take some time to remind you of something my R.E. teacher taught me: Read ALL the gods damned instructions BEFORE you start!
Now, even though I still haven't heeded this advice, I have realised that I did not read the FIRST LINE of the instructions as there was no number next to it. The lesson here boys and girls, is not to skip straight to the bullet points when reading a sewing pattern.
Anyway, this mistake was noticed quite a while later when those two pieces had been sewn to a bigger piece (and this was repeated on the opposite side of the garment).
So much failure! So I unpicked it. My stitch-ripper is the best thing EVER! It's like tip-ex for a seamstress (not to imply a seamstress couldn't use tip-ex...). I call it Ripper...
This was the first trouble I had with the Seam that wanted to be Seen. It's friend on the opposite side of the coat had joined in this time, but quickly learnt it's lesson as it was turned the correct way.
Along the way several more seams decided they didn't want to be hidden in the finished garment either, and decided to once again follow the Seam that wanted to be Seen's plan. Now slightly imbued with rage, I grabbed Ripper once more and repeated the earlier process of removing those offending stitches, turning the fabric the CORRECT way, and re-sewing. Much to the disgruntlement of the Seam that wanted to be Seen. Or so I thought...
Unbeknownst to me, the Seam that wanted to be Seen had NOT turned itself around with the others when I demanded. It sat there, wrong-side-out, just waiting until I started sewing the lining to the outer fabric. That's when it struck. That's when I noticed this gods damned seam was the WRONG WAY ROUND!! It would be Seen!! A seen seam is just so unseemly! Who would by a coat with a seam that can be seen?!
My rage flared once more, and I sat there. Thinking. Plotting. Scheming. I could cover it in ribbon? I've done that before, and it worked out very nicely... No. Impossible. Asymmetrical ribbon? Don't be a fool! It would be too obvious... no... no... we need something subtler... something more cunning...
The STITCH-RIPPER!! Once more I thwarted the Seam that wanted to be Seen. Once more I took that seam apart and re-sewed it with more vigour than I ever had before! And FINALLY! Finally... the Seam that wanted to be Seen... was hidden.
And that, boys and girls, is why you don't stay up sewing until stupid-o'clock in the morning.
The End
Today is a ranty day. Yesterday was a sewing day. I have begun to make a wonderful steampunk coat. It is going to be very pretty and whatnot. I began hopeful of smooth sailings on calm seas yesterday (despite the horrible weather outside), as all the pieces were fitting together nicely. Things were looking good for my new coat.
Things took a turn downhill once I accidentally sewed some things together that I shouldn't have done. At this point I will take some time to remind you of something my R.E. teacher taught me: Read ALL the gods damned instructions BEFORE you start!
Now, even though I still haven't heeded this advice, I have realised that I did not read the FIRST LINE of the instructions as there was no number next to it. The lesson here boys and girls, is not to skip straight to the bullet points when reading a sewing pattern.
Anyway, this mistake was noticed quite a while later when those two pieces had been sewn to a bigger piece (and this was repeated on the opposite side of the garment).
So much failure! So I unpicked it. My stitch-ripper is the best thing EVER! It's like tip-ex for a seamstress (not to imply a seamstress couldn't use tip-ex...). I call it Ripper...
This was the first trouble I had with the Seam that wanted to be Seen. It's friend on the opposite side of the coat had joined in this time, but quickly learnt it's lesson as it was turned the correct way.
Along the way several more seams decided they didn't want to be hidden in the finished garment either, and decided to once again follow the Seam that wanted to be Seen's plan. Now slightly imbued with rage, I grabbed Ripper once more and repeated the earlier process of removing those offending stitches, turning the fabric the CORRECT way, and re-sewing. Much to the disgruntlement of the Seam that wanted to be Seen. Or so I thought...
Unbeknownst to me, the Seam that wanted to be Seen had NOT turned itself around with the others when I demanded. It sat there, wrong-side-out, just waiting until I started sewing the lining to the outer fabric. That's when it struck. That's when I noticed this gods damned seam was the WRONG WAY ROUND!! It would be Seen!! A seen seam is just so unseemly! Who would by a coat with a seam that can be seen?!
My rage flared once more, and I sat there. Thinking. Plotting. Scheming. I could cover it in ribbon? I've done that before, and it worked out very nicely... No. Impossible. Asymmetrical ribbon? Don't be a fool! It would be too obvious... no... no... we need something subtler... something more cunning...
The STITCH-RIPPER!! Once more I thwarted the Seam that wanted to be Seen. Once more I took that seam apart and re-sewed it with more vigour than I ever had before! And FINALLY! Finally... the Seam that wanted to be Seen... was hidden.
And that, boys and girls, is why you don't stay up sewing until stupid-o'clock in the morning.
The End
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