I’ve been about to bust to write a post but sadly I have nothing to show.
I’m in the midst of The Couture Dress Craftsy course with Susan Khalje for whom I have great admiration and respect. Composing a symphony, climbing Mt. Everest and making a couture dress must have similarities, although I bet climbing Mt. Everest takes less time than making this dress.
I have been working for days making a muslin, cutting the underlining, and now, I am f i n a l l y assembling the dress.
Susan recommends using large (huge) sheets of waxed tracing paper which I just cannot find, so I used my little skimpy pieces of wax-free paper to mark the stitching lines. The stitching lines were disappearing by the time I was ready to baste the silk organza to my fashion fabric, and I found myself using a flashlight to find them.
Then Divine Intervention descended into my sewing room.
I decided to forgo basting the dress pieces together having already fitted myself with the muslin. The Sewing Angels knew what I was up to and came down and broke my beloved Bernina. The machine needle went down and it never came up.
It needs a new gear…….
Only, the local sewing machine mechanic can’t work on Berninas anymore. He suggested I go to Myrtle Beach where the retired Master Mechanic for Bernina lives – four hours away from my home. That’s not going to happen.
Meanwhile I’m back to basting and hand sewing like I should have been doing all along. I bet interns in Couture Houses have to catch-stitch the underlining to the seam allowance all day long.
One of these days I’ll finish my dress, and I only hope my exposure to this distinctive style of sewing doesn’t prejudice me against the quick and easy sewing that brings me great pleasure.