So it all started with my sewing machine. I own a sewing machine despite a lack of formal tailoring training, pattern cutting or needlework classes in general. However, as an ardent believer of if you can dream it you can achieve it and where there is a will there is a way, I have decided to make my own creations sans any formal training. Filled with enough will to light my way, I have embarked on a journey to discover the tailor in me and I have chosen to go beyond making curtains, bedsheets or pillowcases (where all you have to do really is sew in a straight line) to dive right into making clothing items. You know, actual dresses, skirts and in the near future pants and maybe even a blouse or two.
Overachiever is me!!
Despite a few broken needles (4 but who is counting?), a blown out sewing machine bulb, yarns of wasted thread to keep a few dozen kittens happy and enough curses from my lips that would make even a truck driver blush, I am proud to say that I am a proud owner of self-made dresses and a skirt! However, there seems to be a minor (or major) hurdle in my tailoring that I am yet to overcome and that is inserting Zippers. In my short tailoring career, Zippers have become to me what Goliath was to David and I am still looking for the perfect stone to bring down this impediment.
Thus far, all my creations are missing this small yet great functional piece and I have found myself in an uncomfortable situation of having struggle into my dress holding my breathe so it can go pass being stuck around my shoulders. Head buried in my dress with my hands up in the air and a friend forcefully willing it to come down while I pray that the seam does not rip in the process. At the present moment, I feel like I am violating my creations by forcing myself into them. Quite a nuisance to say the least and I have since appreciated the simplicity of slipping on what is supposed to be a fitted dress and zipping yourself into it hassle free to obtain the perfect fit!
I have a dream that one day I shall overcome my fear of installing a zipper and would sew a functional zipper without wriggling into my clothes and overstretching the seams. I have a dream that I would no longer continue to lustfully look at every zipper that passes me by trying to figure out the mechanics of how it is put in place. And when my dream is fulfilled, I promise to love
and appreciate my zippers for better for worse.
