Early this summer I started sewing a blouse in a pretty, blue batik fabric. I used a pattern that had been fitted to me specifically, and was supposed to be absolutely trouble-free as a result. Well, I had more trouble with fitting that blouse than any other garment I've made in ages.
The bust dart was moved a few times (you can still see the needle holes where it was sewed before), and finally I just thought, Enough! I was determined to finish the blouse. But when the first sleeve was sewed in it was evident that the sleeve, designed to end below the elbow, was too short to allow it to be buttoned there. It will work as elbow length with the cuff turned up, so that's how I'll wear it.
But that additional problem just kind of finished that project for me. The blouse was shoved into a corner and left to "ripen." Last week I finally pulled it out again, sewed on the other sleeve, made the buttonholes, hemmed the blouse (by hand) and sewed on the buttons. It's not bad:
The bust dart was moved a few times (you can still see the needle holes where it was sewed before), and finally I just thought, Enough! I was determined to finish the blouse. But when the first sleeve was sewed in it was evident that the sleeve, designed to end below the elbow, was too short to allow it to be buttoned there. It will work as elbow length with the cuff turned up, so that's how I'll wear it.
But that additional problem just kind of finished that project for me. The blouse was shoved into a corner and left to "ripen." Last week I finally pulled it out again, sewed on the other sleeve, made the buttonholes, hemmed the blouse (by hand) and sewed on the buttons. It's not bad:
But given the history of struggles in making it, I wonder if I'll ever enjoy wearing it.
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