You know how sometimes you fall in love with a piece of clothing in the store, but then later at home you have second thoughts? Suddenly you think about wearing it and you hear this little voice saying (for example), "Hmmm...I'm afraid this blouse might make me look like a frumpy waitress"? Well, this happened to me yesterday, except substitute "blouse" with "dress pattern" and substitute "frumpy waitress" with "stoned, pregnant clown."
I saw a sample of this dress (view B) on a mannequin in a fabric store back in the spring and thought it would be soooooo cute for summer. I grabbed the pattern and picked out some fabric. Over the past few weeks, I've been working on the dress but was having trouble getting enthused about the project. Yesterday, I finally realized I just didn't want to make this dress anymore, and frankly, I don't know why I ever did.
This is the skirt portion. It measures 60 inches around. Hint: I am nowhere near 60 inches around. That's right--the pattern calls for about 22 inches of extra fabric to be gathered around the midriff of this dress. Again, I say, it looked really fabulous on the mannequin. A mannequin which was standing up, which I usually am not, being in my wheelchair (aka Fred). So now let's imagine 22 extra inches of fabric basically pooled around my middle as I'm sitting. Ugh!
[Edited later: Wait. I just realized that's how much extra fabric would be around my hips. Around my middle it would be at least 30 extra inches. Even more ugh!]
Yesterday I also asked myself the question: was I smoking something when I picked out this fabric? I've never worn anything tie-dyed in my life. The only explanation I have is that a) I do love the colors; b) it has sparkly threads, and I am attracted to sparkle; c) it was on sale; and d) it would go great with the yellow satin that was already in my stash as a lining.
I don't hate the fabric. It may still have a future as beachy wrap skirt or something. But as a whole dress? Which would make my shrimpy self look bulky? A resounding NO.
I'm glad I listened to my little voice. Sometimes it knows what it's talking about, and in this case it saved me a lot of work that would have resulted in something hideous.