Sew Lovely

My blog post sits untouched, and I hate it. But between work, family going-ons, and my latest project, I’ve barely had time to think. So now that I have found a few spare moments to gather my writing thoughts, I really would like to share a little bit about my project. 

Ever since my grandmother taught me to sew, I have been in love with the idea of creating things with fabric and thread. I used to dream of becoming a fashion designer, and it has long been on my bucket list to design and create a fabulous gown for a formal event. So when my daughter began showing me pictures of the homecoming dress she wanted, I leapt at a chance to make something for her.

I found two different patterns to piece together the style my daughter wanted. My grandma did teach me to create my own patterns, but it’s been quite a while since I’ve done that and I didn’t want to mess this up. We picked out the fabric she wanted, and away I went. This piece has definitely been a challenge for me, but I ended up feeling pretty pleased with the outcome.

Not only have I had to work on new skills (dying fabric felt like an almost overwhelming task at first), but the past few weeks in particular has been emotional ones. This September made 8 years that I have had to go without hearing my grandma’s infectious laugh and gleaning bits of sage advice while spending quality time with her.

After several sessions full of sewing, cursing, stitching ripping, resewing, repeat, I finally had the dress all together. I was just in the final stages of hemming when I realized I had sewn the lace on backwards. I swear I heard my grandmother laughing all the way from heaven. She’s the one who taught me to laugh at the little mistakes in life. Dummies, as she called them, happen all the time, and all you can do is laugh and learn.

In the end, I decided that no one else had noticed the backwards lace and it looked just fine, so I left it be.

Overall, this project was a major win for me. It was a definite step towards my ultimate goal of designing a formal gown. And, at a time of year when I typically am overwhelmed by waves of grief, I felt especially close to my grandma. Also, it was both bizarre and fulfilling to see my gorgeous daughter all dressed up and going out in public in something I created from scratch.

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