Friday, May 22, 2009

Sew Sorry

Over the course of several decades of sewing - okay, I'll admit it - forty years and counting - the occasional sewing boo boo happens. Don't believe anyone who says or pretends otherwise. I once watched Julia Child fire a chicken across her kitchen in despair over something gone wrong. I sympathized with her. I have had more go wrong in the kitchen than in sewing, despite the amount of time I spend in there. Decadent Housewife controlled herself better than that though. When I saw what I'd done this time, I merely banged my head against the table - cried - apologized. I then poured some tea, sat down and said, "Well...I guess it's time to start Roll Kuchen's wedding veil."So. We have this mess above in View Two, the result of one, too hot of an iron pressing through the right front lapel of a man's unfinished waistcoat now taking up space and time and thinking in how to salvage it - this fine specimen of Indian sari fabric from which I decided to make Buff a tailored vest, to match the gown of his date, for the prom - the one he went to last week. Violinist, present when the awful thing occurred, tried his best to help, "Don't worry Mom, it's so dark in there, nobody can see anything anyway. Those kids will think it's supposed to be that way even if they do see it." Observing the lapel more closely, he then said, "Have you started Roll Kuchen's veil yet?"
I figured I could get it done in a week. It's not like I have babies to tend to anymore. Things began to go wrong with the pattern itself. The front interfacing was not designed wide enough and the instructions show a completely different pattern piece. I discovered this at one o'clock in the morning after cutting and tailor tacking, but thankfully was able to scarf more fabric from Fun's stash to fix it. I contacted the company to let them know of the design fault but have not heard back. I will not say what company it is, however, you can see the pattern above in View One. Their patterns usually run small, they have a lot of top name designers and they are notoriously spare and often oddball in their instructions. And then, distracted by an equally distracted and hopefully temporarily laid-off GG - "Am I bothering you right now?" - I accidentally cut the wrong pattern size in a crucial area - that same lapel which I later fried. So, in fact, I banged my head on the table twice.
"Mom, have you made a vest before?" asked Buff.
"Of course I have - just never put an iron through the chest and been out of extra material, or had a defective pattern or had your unemployed father underfoot distracting me all at the same time. Ever."
"Maybe I can wear it to Violinist's wedding."
"They are wearing red not blue.
"Maybe I can wear it again - to another prom."
"You told me this last prom was going to be your last prom, remember? You used the word, "Brutal."
"I was talking about the tuxedo rental."
Being this is fabric meant for a sari, there is a wonderful pattern flowing down each selvedge which I originally tried to incorporate into the vest design and was sorry that I could not. Playing around with all the little scraps, I laid the selvedge design by the boo boo and Fun, who has been working around the clock and is completely out of the loop, saw it and said, "Cool! What's this for?" Only Fun would think something with rips and burns looks good. I am tempted to pass it off to him to reconstruct, given I've already done the deconstruct. I have other pressing matters - a bridal veil for Roll Kuchen - a Mother of the Groom dress pour moi - and Speedy wants a training vest. What's that you ask? I did too. Nevermind, we'll talk about it later. Speedy, slightly less out of the loop, sped in the other night, looked at the vest pieces laying about the table and said, "Cool! You used the pattern I bought! Does Buff like the fabric we got him? When's the prom?"
"Two days ago."

(Observant readers will note that Decadent has not posted any recipes of late. Anyone who sews can attest to the fact that it is either sew or eat.)


Mental P Mama said...

Oh no. I tried to sew once. I don't have the nervous system required to hem a pair of pants. Forget this! For what it's worth, I loved it....And I know you'll pull through with something amazing;)

AngelMc said...

I love to sew, even though I haven't done it in many years...okay I love the idea of sewing...

Jeanne said...

You are a lady of so many talents.
I am amazed.

Adeena said...

Ack! That's why I don't sew... much. ;) Other than curtains. I prefer cross stitch and knitting/crocheting.

The fabric is (was?) beautiful, though.

Caution Flag said...

That's a tough post for someone to read when she is living vicariously through the wonderfully talented and domestic person named Decadent.

Leila said...


I'm sorry!!

Why do these things happen with the last scraps of precious unique fabrics, and never with...muslin?

So, did you fix it? I'm unclear...

And yes, it's sew or eat, not both :(

Decadent Housewife said...


The vest is now asleep in the UFO box covered with a blankie to keep out the dust. After I'm done with the MOG and a few other little things, I'll get back to it.

As it looks now, I'm going to recut at least the ruined facing using the patterned selvedge, I originally wanted to somehow incorporate. It's narrow but should work, but also means having to extend and piece the lining. I laid it out and the guys really liked it.

Patricia said...

Wow! This is exactly why I am NOT a seamstress. You have MUCH more talent and patience than I have in my little finger, dear friend.

I've read all of your posts while I've been away, and though I'm home, unexpected "stuff" has come at me full force and I feel like I am wading through mud just to walk across the room.

BTW, I've finally posted more "attitude". =)

eag said...

Oh Dear how these things happen especially when we're in a hurry!What bad luck but somehow it is saytsifying to find a solution and sometimes it then works better.I find this particularly with tapestry work which I never, or hardly ever, unpick.Easier to incorporate the "mistake", anyway there are no mistakes in life are there, just learning?

postcardsfromwildwood said...

I can only imagine how I would have responded in the face of such calamity. I think it would be pretty much the same as you, but with the added throwing of a chicken across the kitchen! A healthy fear of my sewing machine means that I shall never find myself in quite the same predicament but yes - embroidery disasters, a hole burnt in a handknit jumper by an electric fire, etc, etc. I hope you can save the waistcoat, and get the impression it wouldn't be beyond your capabilities. Plus you write so well about it all that at least some good has come of it all... :)

Decadent Housewife said...

Hi and thanks for stopping by. You are right - I should have checked it first on a scrap - felt pressed for time.

Ha! I finally threw out the first and only handknit sweater I did after it sat lounging in a basket for about ten years - it looked so decorative. Am determined this won't meet the same fate.

eag said...

Hey! Who gets time or headspace to do sensible things like checking scraps of fabric for ironability? Got lives; got to be getting on with growing old disgracefully!