To say that my sewing mojo has gone missing is an understatement. I have barely put needle to fabric since September. I had contracted a major league case of the creative blahs.
Then it happened. I was able to go home from work early yesterday and as I was puttering around the house, it happened. I felt the old longings, the welling up of creative juices. I surveyed my latest vintage pattern purchases and Vogue 5611 sang a siren song to me. I chose some chocolate brown RPL from my stash, as I need a nice plain brown dress in my wardrobe. Then, I pulled out the pattern pieces and ironed them.
At this point, I noticed the bodice had a very large bust dart. Being the small chested gal that I am, I knew that this bodice, if left unaltered, would be ludicrously boobalicious. So, I knew a SBA (small bust adjustment) would be necessary. Unfortunately, this bodice piece is unlike any other piece on which I have done a SBA. So, some experimentation was in order.
I traced out the bodice onto some paper and started fiddling. My first attempt was a disaster. But, then inspiration hit and I believe I have worked out the SBA for this dress. I will explain the details in my next post.
In the mean time, I will be doing battle with a nasty head cold that has held my sinuses hostage since yesterday. Not only do I feel like hammered crap because of the illness, but I'm freezing my canoodles off because of the frigid weather that moved into the region. Right now it is -9 C and with windchill it feels like -19 C (that's 16 F and -2 F respectively, for all you heathens out there that haven't yet converted to the metric system or 264 K and 254 K respectively for all my science geek friends).
Can I just say that I'm sick of winter? Seriously, if I happen to see Mother Nature any time soon, I am going to put my foot in her ass!