And for me the end of this year has proved to be one of those times. Heartbreak, betrayal, lies and broken promises. Friendships trampled in the dust. The deaths of loved ones and of dreams. And that was just for me. Was 2016 good for anyone, anywhere in this world? Or were even golden chalices poisoned?
A buddhist friend has told me that it won't improve until the Chinese New Year. I've always preferred that horoscope for my horoscopical fiction needs, but that news was challenging. For this monkey, the year started bad and ended worse, and the prospect of another whole month? I could just go back to bed and wait to die. But that isn't a possible solution, because life must go on.
So - embrace the crazy. The tsunami will probably kill you but at least you can try for the bodysurf of your life first, right?
Lets talk about sewing. Nothing will change. Nothing will improve. But at least we can rest our weary eyes and minds and think of something pleasing. Use the good crazy to chase away the bad crazy. So here we go...
|good printy madness|
Firstly, consider this print. It combines a fruity floral roccoco loopiness with Lily Pulitzer colours to extremely good effect. No-one could look upon it and not comment (and, reader, no-one did).
But what really brought home the crazy was my decision, at 9.00 am, to make a dress of it to wear to lunch. After I'd washed the dog. And made bread. And helped with biscuits.
And I did it.
Many things worked in my favour. I didn't make any egregious mistakes requiring a full day of unpicking, and that certainly helped. I used a tried and true pattern, based on a Burda dress which now would not recognise its offspring. A new pattern would have sent the enterprise to bad-crazy town in short order.
|Interfacing used as facing - fast, cheap (& outta control!)|
|Pocket stub. Unfinished seam. Bad sewist!|
I didn't try for pockets on the day - but did leave stubs for later inseam additions. I also didn't fret about the side seam finishing, knowing that those pockets were to come. There were no pleats, darts, gathers, buttons, fastenings at all.
And a random selection of belts. Which I snuck off and changed at intervals until I realised that as with so many things in life, my first impulse was the best.