Every few years a friend asks me to make something and I find myself saying ‘yes’. Why? Because I forget that I hate the pressure of making things for other people. It’s like childbirth. My mom says if we remembered what childbirth felt like we’d never do it again. Yet, I continue to do it over and over. Perhaps, it was the tee-shirt re-fashion back in September (and subsequent win at the polls) that made me forget.
That went so well and everyone was so happy that I thought making stuff for for other people just isn’t that bad! Besides, it felt GREAT to have everyone tell me how nice my shirt was!
This Butterick 5263 apron /smock is for a friend’s nanny (modeled today on a co-worker). It’s a surprise gift so I wasn’t able to get measurements. All I knew is that she had a 42 inch bust. High bust? Low bust? Cup size? Who knows!
The apron goes up to an L which is for a 38 – 40 inch bust. I made an executive decision and decided to make it bigger. Why? Because I lie about my size all the time and I assumed the measurements I received were based on bra strap. Not across the full bust.
Guys. I sewed this apron from start to finish last night after work in about three hours. Why? Because I procastinated the hell out of it. She asked me MONTHS ago. And, I literally waited until she was texting, emailing and Facebooking me asking when it would be done.
And you know what? I still found myself at Joann Fabrics, on a Wednesday night,10 minutes before closing, buying more binding because I ran out mid way through. I may hate Joann Fabrics, but last night I wanted to kiss the dirty glass doors I was so happy they were there.
So, I finished this apron at 11 p.m. the night before it was due. Oh, and you know I had to cut the back out twice because I cut the directional print the wrong way, right? And, of *course* I had to take the binding off the neck and pockets and re-sew it because it was horribly wavy the first time, right?
And before you ask, no. I didn’t charge her anything. Because after supplies we were up to $36 and I know asking for another $25 would have a) made me feel way more obligated b) would have covered less than one hour of what my time is worth. So, I didn’t bother. Besides, she’s happy. Hopefully the nanny will be happy and I’ve reminded myself that I don’t like to sew for other people.