I'm normally a rule-follower in life, but when it comes to sewing, file this project under: Never again.
I got a little high-horsey when it came to my pretty little dish towel last week that I thought I'd try my hand at a pillowcase dress for Wavey...without a pattern. "How hard could it be?" I asked myself. Oh, I was so mistaken to think I could whip it up AND have it look good.
It's whipped up alright. But I'd say, it's now more of an "I don't care if this gets paint on it because it's sewn so poorly" art smock than "let's show our friends" kind of pillowcase dress.
When it comes to sewing, I'm not striving to be a perfectionist by any means, but it's little things like how the thread kept jamming that made me insane.
Besides, Wavey later said, "I don't like yellow." I don't like yellow anymore either.