Okay, I have now
rediscovered one of the reasons why, when the children grew up and flew the
coop, I gladly switched from clothes-making (especially knit-clothes-making)
to quilting (especially with nice quilter’s cotton)!
I had a piece of soft,
soft, premium knit in soft, pale pink, with darker pink sprays of tiny dogwood
blossoms on it, and shiny embroidered dots here and there, giving it a subdued
dotted-Swiss effect. With this, I planned to make Joanna’s nightgown.
That is, I would do
this, if I ever happened to get the dreadful stuff
folded on grain!!!! AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhh
It stuck to
itself. It stretched. It twisted. It rumpled. And I
couldn’t seem to smooth it out to save my life!
After a small rant, I
got back to unsticking, untwisting, and unrumpling, wishing for another pair of
hands (or at least a stack of bricks on which to bang my head)!
I finally got it all
cut out, with the pieces nice and straight, after giving up trying to line up
the selvedges. Instead, I just made sure the fold was straight, since I
had to use it for a few pieces. I cut a long-sleeved nightgown, and used
up every bit of excess fabric on ruffles for hem and
yoke. Then I threaded my serger and launched in.
I always feel a nice
big sense of accomplishment when I use up a big piece of garment fabric of one
sort or another. Or maybe it's more on the order of, There!
Got that stuff outa my hair! :-D
This really is nice
knit; it’s not its fault it’s not lovely quilter’s cotton!
Venice lace on ruffle
