To be honest, I was nervous about making a shirt- they've thrown us in at the deep end! What's happened to the samples and weeks of planning I was used to from previous years? Maybe mixing things up was for the best, adds a bit of excitement.
The theme that the shirt had to follow was it had to be sporty and have a minimum of 4 changes to that of a conventional shirt. I went with my personal style and designed a boxy cropped shirt with a stand up collar- sporty enough for me. I'm good at designing and (not to sound big headed) ideas come to me in vast amounts, so this was the easy part. However modifying the pattern of a basic shirt block was a different story. I needed constant reassurance that I was doing it right, as all parts needed to match up. I got in a massive muddle and ended up having to re do the bottom part of the shirt. The pattern pieces didn't match up, but I guess it was good I corrected it then, not when I was half way through making. Very frustrating.
Making the shirt didn't come much easier to me. Once cutting the material out, I had to figure out what bit goes where. Easy I thought! How wrong could I have been when I was modifying the hem where I had stitched the front panels on the wrong side. Apart from that, things ran quite smoothly (except I chopped half my insert seam off on the overlocker, I wasn't impressed). Of course I had to get used the the fiery speed at which my chosen machine runs, but once I had the foot pressure just right I was rearing to go. As I am quite insecure, I liked to ask if what I had pinned or stitched together was correct, or eagerly asked what the next step was. But that's just me.
I was proud of it and what I had achieved. I managed to calm myself down, which was a massive help. Not too much frustration or anger is key. Easier said than done.
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