Something very strange happened to me this week. I was (several weeks ago) invited to attend a wedding of a co-worker for next weekend. We’re not paticularly close, but a very good friend is performing their ceremony. The strange thing that happened was I decided this morning I wasn’t going to sew a dress to wear. Usually, I take these opportunities to whip up a frothy confection. But, this time I just said, ‘no’. Why?
I’m in the middle of a bag project that I haven’t touched in a week. Making a party dress takes away from that.
I need work clothes. Spending the next two weeks on a party dress takes time away from the sewing I actually need to get done.
I’m in a ballet recital in December and offered to make my costume in addition to some others in my dance selection.
I have to work this weekend and I had delightful company last weekend. Arielle was even offering to help me cut fabric so I could get started!
Another co-worker loaned me an adorable green strapless dress. Other than the fact that I have a little back fat in it (I’m almost 35. I can’t do much about that at this point) it’s a great dress. She’s wearing my Butterick 6410 to a black tie fundraiser this weekend (and quite frankly looks better in it than I do). A fair and equitable trade I think.
I realized that if sewing will stress me out, I don’t ‘have’ to do it. Sewing should be fun and rewarding. I realize I have a reputation among friends and co-workers for making my own clothes. There’s some pressure to that! Every day I’m asked if I made what I’m wearing. If I actually (egads!) buy something and wear it I find people are disappointed. Or, I feel sheepish saying it’s RTW. Why should I feel like that? My own pressure on myself. By deciding *not* to make dress, I get to focus on things I want / need to do rather than pull my hair out trying to whip something together. And, once I made the decision, I felt at ease and totally relieved.