So that lovely piece of fabric on the top of the pile in yesterday's picture? It was going to be a purse...or a blanket...or a lavender eye pillow....but I grabbed my scissors and started cutting it apart. Into pieces for a dress. For my girl. Who was asleep on the couch. Without a pattern. Or any prior successful dress making skills. (I've probably mentioned before my disdain for patterns. They're so constricting. And bossy. I don't like to be bossed. A reflection on my glowing personality? I'm quite certain it speaks volumes.)
And what I've discovered, is that I have really no idea what I'm doing. The "dress" is okay. It's the kind of thing that looks like "your mom made it." (If MY mom made it, it would be lovely. SHE can sew. She knows what she's doing. And she uses patterns.) But for my little one, it looks like I made it. Which I did...but I don't want it to look that way. I want it to look like someone ELSE made it. For a store. You know what I'm saying?
I also realized that it is probably helpful to at least have the person's general size in mind while cutting things out. Guesstimating doesn't exactly cut it. Unless you want it to look like it belongs to a sister who is 5 years older.
I'm having some thoughts on what I want to try to do to fix it. I'm planning a really wide waist band that will help conceal the awkwardly placed waist, with a fuller apron attached to help fill out the skirt...which in my mind's eye was going to be billowy-er.
But now for your viewing pleasure, the first draft: (it wouldn't hurt my feelings if it made you giggle)
(I purposely scrunched it together for this picture...so it didn't look so wide and marmy.)