I’ve had an idea in my head for a month or two for a fabulous skirt. Inspired by a picture I tore out of [I think] Lucky magazine, I even did a tiny mock-up of what I wanted to make sure what was in my head could translate to real life. Word of wisdom: tiny mock-up does not a viable muslin make.
Feel free to embroider that on a pillow or slap it in vinyl on your wall. I’ve spent the better part of two days trying to get it to work. Whether it’s the fabric, the design, or my ineptitude, I have no idea. But it’s just not happening. At all. I think it’s odd how fleeting good, confident feelings can be, when frustration seems to wallow and linger until pushed aside.
I have been wallowing all afternoon. I crumpled up the fabric and threw it across the table. I pouted. I declared my resignation from the world of sewing. I ate Nutella straight from the jar. Wallow.
I don’t like setting things aside once I’ve started. With the exception of laundry, I’d much rather just dive in, push through and get it done so I can move on. I dwell on things and if there is a started project on the line, I lose sleep obsessing over how and when I’ll be able to complete it. But this I’m walking away from. At least for a bit. And that’s okay. Deep breaths. It’s okay. I need more Nutella.