The outcome of my brilliant plan? One dress:
One, stinking, lonely dress. Any time I could have spent sewing I figured would be better spent looking for gainful employment. Many resumes and portfolios later I somehow managed to wade through the guilt long enough to make this dress. Well, okay, I got as far as the bottom hem, then abandoned it draped over a chair. I had every intention of finishing it the very next day, but you know how these things go. It may have taken months to find the right time, but somehow, yesterday struck me as "hem" day.
Like everything I have ever sewn from scratch, this dress was initially much too big. I'm really growing weary of this phenomenon. I take my measurements, I chose the pattern size accordingly, and every time I end up taking in the seams to make things smaller. Does the fabric get bigger? Do I shrink? If I shrink, can I find a way to market this as a weight-loss gimmick?
So at long last, with a little jiggery-pokery (as my Mum likes to say) my dress is complete. And hey - in the time I left the dress to languish in purgatory, I discovered my sewing machine has a stretch-knits stitch setting. Noice!