Last night, I hemmed 180″ or so inches of velveteen overskirt. By hand. And stabbed myself in the thumb about two feet from the end. Where’s my Purple Heart medal now? Guess there’s the blood to add to all the sweat and tears that have gone into this costume.
I also finally sewed skirt hooks on the over and under skirts, so I won’t be resorting to safety pins on Saturday. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course. I still may be using safety pins on the cuffs of the sleeves, if I run out of time (or I don’t sew hooks and eyes in the car on Saturday afternoon).
Tonight, I sew the trim on the openings of the over-sleeves. This may prove tricky, at least getting it to look good around the corners. Let’s hope it’s not as bad as binding that blasted tabbed corset. Yes, I’m doing all by hand, there is no other way, it is absolutely impossible to fit this into the sewing machine.
Then Friday, while Thomas is off filming, I pearl more trim by hand (again, the only way), and sew this trim to the edges of the overskirt. I might possibly could do that on the machine, but I’ll probably do it by hand so it doesn’t show as much. And if I have time, I’ll sew the already-pearled trim to the bodice, which must be done by hand, there is no other way there.
Somewhere in the distance, I can hear Kendra cackling with glee, knowing that she’s right, it’s just better to do this crap by hand sometimes. Fine, you win. *blows raspberries, sticks out tongue, and is otherwise childish and petulant about being proved wrong*
Saturday morning, while Thomas is filming again, I hope to make an attifet. Yes, by hand. But that’s a hat, so it doesn’t count. I’ve always made hats by hand, partly because I don’t think my machine can handle it and partly because I consider hats “crafting” not “sewing” and I do enjoy crafting by hand. I can control sewing wire down by hand much better than zig-zaging wire down by machine anyway.