What do you find more likely to make you actually get something done: great inspiring ideas--or time on your hands, a need for escapism, panic even?
Right around the New Year I cut out a new dress. I t was on one of those days when I wanted an excuse to clear everybody else's junk off the dining room table, claim it as my own, and then barricade myself in my room to sew. Then I got that amazing sewing book with so many mind-boggling concepts. I have been sitting around with my nose in it making bodices, slashed and spread. I have mentally cut and tucked and gathered. The skirts I have flared and pleated and godeted. . . amazing, I tell you. Plastrons? Oh yeah, I have mentally sewed about 6 of those. . .
Somehow, now the thought of getting back to sew some real seams seems a bit like drudgery after working on a virtual wardrobe that's been perfectly executed. This is how a fine imagination combined with a good source of inspiration can lead a person astray. . .
Anyway, this weekend I VOW to get back to sewing this. 
The pattern looks like the late 70's or even very early 80's (right before shoulders exploded to the proportions of steroid-swallowing football players) and the fabric is most definitely from that era.
It's sort of pretty in an ugly sort of way. I always get sucked into the fabrics from pattern illustrations and this pretty perfectly matches that dress the witchy looking babe in the center is sporting.
It never was my ambition to sew from this era, but somehow, I think this could be very wearable.
So this is going to be my re-entry to sewing for 2012!
Umm, am I seriously deluded? Maybe this is horribly ugly.
