Sew What? Denouement

Here it is, the finale in my series of the trials and tribulations of sewing my very first skirt. Though this is the last installment in this particular series, I doubt it will be my last drama on sewing in general because this sewing thing has made a strange inclusion of normalcy to my complex psyche (I've been told I have a "more complex than most" psyche...yup, I don't know whether to cry or laugh about that one).

After practicing making a few napkins, I bought a skirt pattern, fabric, etc., and got down to business. The amazing part about this making-my-own-skirt thing is that I'm actually finding I have some patience stored way down inside--deep, cavern deep. These newly discovered patience aren't going to be shared with everyone I can assure you, but it's nice to know I have some, even a minuscule amount and they can be summoned if I really need them (ok, want them).

Getting back to the skirt part...no animals were harmed (although, Kwinn, my Siamese cat, almost had his voice box removed by me and his tail cut off, on purpose...I said almost), but I did break the sewing machine needle, had to re-thread the machine at least 83 times (random large number), sewed the waistband on inside out, twice (ah, those patience came in handy for that one), used the seam ripper more times than the total number of shoes I've ever owned (maybe not quite that many), went through 3 bobbins, two spools of thread, stabbed myself repeatedly with every thing possible on that machine (and off the machine...you know, pens, pins, scissors, splinter from my wooden ruler), burned myself while pressing seams, but I finished the damn skirt and no one went to the emergency room!

My next project will be a dress...with a zipper! Oh, and it's going to be bright orange with lots of abstract swirls so no one can see the blood that will be a sure thing from the new rotary blade I just bought for fabric cutting.

--Fortuitous Observer