Late last Wednesday night my Arielle skirt took a turn I did not expect. If you read my last post you know how well everything was going, how I was giddy and happy. We were getting along great. I couldn’t wait to finish her. Then I began to work on the buttonholes. That’s when the tears started. I think this is the first time I’ve cried while sewing, unless I’ve blocked crying moments out of my mind.
Let’s start from the beginning. First thing Wednesday night I finished the raw edge and hemmed the skirt. Everything was looking good. Now when I decided to sew one night a week for Davy College I envisioned myself working really hard to execute each project beautifully. I’ve yet to be 100% proud of anything I’ve made and I wanted this to finally be my proud moment. I know I should take more pride in my work, but nothing has fully satisfied me yet. Arielle was on her way to making me very, very proud. Then those pesky buttonholes had to throw everything off.
The buttons I used did not have a flat surface, so tightly attaching them to the buttonhole foot wasn’t an option. I think this is what caused all my problems. I had six buttonholes to sew and three of them were the right size. The other three times I tried to sew the holes it would make the tiniest holes I’ve ever seen. I’d reposition the button, try again, and nothing… or it’d make a massive hole. That’s when I put my head in my hands and started crying. To make things worse the boucle is not great for ripping stitches out, it likes to unravel. So after lots of frustration and finagling to make sure the buttons would fit through the holes, I said “whatever” and moved on with my life. A little House Hunters International and hand sewing the buttons on helped soothe my sad heart.
Do I love my Arielle skirt? Not like I thought I would, but she’s still a product of pushing myself, my creativity, and my own two hands. I’ll still proudly wear her. That fabric and those buttons are too wonderful to keep hidden. The world needs them out and about. And at the end of the day I love this pattern. I will definitely make another Arielle skirt with easier fabric. It’s probably clear that I felt defeated after making this skirt. I see all of it’s imperfections even if others don’t, and maybe that’s how things will always be. Sewing is teaching me so much about discipline and patience.
I hope you have enjoyed the happiness of the skirt. If you happen to relate to this post, keep pushing yourself and don’t be discouraged. One day you and I will look back and be thankful for those hard learning moments. Thank you to everyone who encourages me by your creations, example, and words!
Next up is the Vogue 9075 Jumpsuit. Here’s to hoping things go well!