bitch goddess–noun– worldly or material success personified as a goddess, esp. one requiring sacrifice and being essentially destructive:
Today she wore me out. Sometimes a beginner student in one of my classes exhibits an acute level of perfectionism which I found curious at first. Then I realized I take refuge in perfectionism when I feel out of my depth, and that realization made me a better teacher.
I teach cost-value analysis to the perfectionists, and to myself. Does my perfectionism get in the way of enjoying my sewing, or will it lead to a greater sense of accomplishment in the end? Am I running up a play dress for my daughter, or creating a lasting wardrobe piece? How much does the fabric cost? Will anyone notice the flaw, or am I too close to the project?
Today I bound raw edges, made darts and top-stitched them to cut down on pressing.
To make the back pleat, I referred to one of my ancient pattern making manuals. I cut off the top of the back bodice 4″ down from the back neck edge and added a seam allowance to the cut for the yoke piece. For the pleated back section, I added 2″ to the edge placed on the fold (4″ added total) and a seam allowance to the top. Once I cut the back section, I marked the pleats with clips and basted the CB together.
Pressed the pleat to one side…
…then the other.
I sprayed it with Best Press and aligned the center fold with the basted seam line, then pressed and clapped.
I pinned the folded edge of the inside pleat and stitched about 1/8″ from the edge.
I unpicked the basting and pressed again.
Then I stitched the outside edges of the pleat. Enter the Bitch-Goddess. I thought using the same saddle stitch used on the pockets might lend a little thematic harmony, but I’m not completely sold. Then I kept unpicking a stitch here, stitch there, and re-stitching it until I realized I was making myself crazy. Stop.
Basted across the top to keep the pleat closed.
I made the final back tucks and top-stitched but ignored my markings. Completely unsurprising results: one tuck an inch shorter than the other. The Bitch Goddess made me count the number of stitches necessary to lengthen the shorter tuck. Then she made me re-sew half of the longer tuck to be more even. I reminded her that a self-belt would cover most of the tuck and she slapped me.
Slapped me. Well, that ended it, I stopped listening to her. I’m happy to have made this much progress- now that I’ve finished most of the seams and sewn all the darts, made the pockets, I just have to assemble the jacket. Wicked!