So I'm one of those people who has a sewing machine and fabric and notions and stuff but never really does anything significantly interesting with it. This is, of course, because I am desperately afraid of failure. Reconstructing clothes has always been on my "to do maybe one day when I get over the unbelievable fear of screwing up" list, so I've spent years gathering a slowly growing cache of clothing that seems to exist for the sole purpose of sitting in the corner looking pathetic while I grow more and more ashamed of myself for not having the courage to do something with them already!
That said, I decided yesterday that enough was enough! It was time to awaken from the death-grip of fear, wipe the remaining anxieties from my eyes, and get reconstructing! My first victims were the following two shirts:
The Contenders: One (1) light-blue short-sleeved Ralph Lauren t-shirt with a too-high neckline that makes my boobs look like cantaloupes. One (1) posh-ass charcoal sweater that mysteriously appeared in my closet when we moved. I don't know where it came from or whose it was, but I liked it, so I wore it for a couple of years until (easy come, easy go) it got tossed in with a big load of laundry and shrank.
Three hours, one veggie burger, fifteen tears, and THOUSANDS of re-pinnings later...
As I'm sure your more-experienced eye could see, the new seams are way wonky, and I definitely should have remembered to tighten up the stitch length before sewing in the yoke, and probably I should hem those sweater parts before I try to do anything crazy like launder it, and perhaps some sort of embellishment will be needed to cover up the part at the bottom of the yoke where I accidentally over-stretched the blue shirt fabric while sewing, but STILL.
THIS WAS A TOTAL VICTORY.
And now, I think, I will be getting pretty freaking busy with that pile of clothes in the corner.