KCWC day one

Day one of KCWC....not the best. The upside is that I'm pretty sure I pieced an hour of sewing "related" activity in there, between tracing and cutting my pattern pieces, cutting out my fabric, sewing, ironing, winding my bobbin back up etc. 

It was the inbetween that made things feel like torture. For example, fending off my children while they led a dual assault on my pattern tracing with their crayons. Normally I wouldn't attempt to do this around them, but I didn't have a choice. They were like bombers, attacking me with their crayons from all directions, as I squawked and protested and made threats. 

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The process of including my 3 year old as I cut out fabric for her raglan tee was....interesting. I love that she is interested, and I am theoretically delighted in getting her involved. Theoretically. At least when I'm not pushing through brain fog and the ticking clock of a poorly sleeping baby. You know.....the kid never. stops. talking. Or moving. Sitting on the floor with her is like sitting next to a compulsive break dancer. 

As I cut out the fabric from a thrifted tee, I began to realize that I didn't like it as much as I thought I would. In fact, once everything was cut out, I was SURE I didn't like it as much as I thought. By the time I a) realized I had jacked up the sleeves and had to recut different ones out of another t-shirt b) began piecing things together and c) losing my foggy mommy mind I had decided that I might even hate the fabric. It was this marylin monroe print tee that I had thrifted, thinking that it might be fun to throw some pop culture in my kids clothes. A bit of the unexpected....But the color of the shirt and the little blingy sequins that were clustered in one spot were just starting to claw my eyes out. 

There was a fork in the road. 

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Abandon the work I had already done?

Press on on principle?

So I pressed on. Made some tweaks along the way. Found a way to ditch those sequins. Decided halfway through that I hated the shirt so much that it was getting a reversal and the inside was going to be the outside. 

 

The place I decided to make my sewing home in the midst of our floor remodel was on the kitchen counter next to the coffee machine. The steam from the dishwasher was rising into my face. Lol. My mini ironing board was sitting on some pieces of flooring. I felt a little adventurous. A little like a pioneer. Right before I got started on the sewing, I went to see what Violet was upset about in the living room, bashed my shin into a pile of flooring, and wound up with a skinless goose egg. Cute.

 

 

Do you see how I'm fleshing out the story? It's because I didn't get a whole heck of a lot done. I've still got one side of the shirt to stitch up and the neckband to attach. That could be an adventure, because I decided to attempt making a V neck. My favorite! I also have to reverse applique the right side of the shirt. 

 

See, when I tried ridding myself of the dreaded bedazzling, I cut out some striped fabric (an old gap shirt) to experiment with. Maybe make some pockets. But once I attached it, I realized I just couldn't have the outside be the outside anymore. So now it's a reverse applique. My raw edged raglan is now not raw edged. And I accidentally attached the back body piece the wrong way, meaning the "right" way if I was using the printed side.

 

 

 

 
so there it was. KCWC day one!