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.)