Aside from being the (sort of) start of a learning-to-sew journey, this experience provided for a rather amusing small world moment. I went to the fabric store to purchase my materials, where an enthusiastic young employee helped cut my fabric and cash me out. A couple of days later I went to see Star Wars in 3D (I caved… even college kids have to have fun sometimes) and the gal at the popcorn counter looked incredibly familiar. So I thought about it and finally just asked her if she had another job. Her sincere response? “I have an identical twin that works at a fabric store.” My head exploded. What are the chances?
How the skirt went…
If you recall, my previous post concluded with a list of “exotic” things I aspire to try. As promised, this post will regard my first attempt in many years (since 4-H actually) to sew. First off, the scenario: each year the college guys of my church (New Life Community Church in Marion, IA) host a Valentines Dinner for the college gals. While the title would suggest a romantic dining experience, the evening is actually more like a girls’ night out. The guys plan the evening, escort the ladies to the church, cook dinner, wait tables, provide entertainment, and clean up. All the girls have to do is dress up and enjoy! (Not a bad plan in my book.)
This year, the gents decided it was worth giving the dinner a theme (a non-romantic Valentines Dinner is somewhat limiting) so they asked the ladies to come dressed up in 50’s apparel. Thus began the quest for the new skirt… on a deadline.
The good news is that the skirt was completed in time, looked swell, and is one of my new favorites! The detail that I would rather leave in the dark (a hard thing to do when you blog apparently) is that my mom did pretty much all of the work. I was mostly just a leech (I clung on and benefited from the product of someone else’s labors). However! This was due to time constraints; not to lack of motivation (or any sort of traumatic failure) on my part. For this little rodeo, I simply picked the fabric, paid for it, and cut it into appropriately sized pieces. Then stopped by every now and then as my mother progressed through systematically attaching them to one another. (This, I should note, was no small accomplishment because, as it turns out, sewing is much easier when you have a pattern to follow. My financial limitations and I failed to provide my mother with anything more than a YouTube video… that she found herself. Rock. On. Mom.)