There are so many things that come to mind when I prep to write a blog post….How do I title this?.., what pictures should I use?.. I want to tell you about this raglan blouse and all the flowers and how divine the fabric is to touch!!! I want to tell you hello and all that jazz that goes along with it, and show you a gazillion pictures, cause that is actually how many I took before writing this post. Sometimes, I want to say: “What’s up y’all, what’s crackin!”  But, I change my wording because, I think..~~~, will they receive my relaxed, sometimes crass tone as easily as my Periscope folks do when I start a broadcast, or maybe “will my impatient Youtube subscribers receive my laid back somewhat wordy conversational style when they read my blog? So many questions arise… “What interest you? Is it fashion only? Do you want to see cute pics? Hear stories? See construction details? See my studio? Have updates of my sew life? Or, learn about the patterns I use or the lack thereof?….there are so many directions I can take a blog post.  So I start with this…..

“Hey y’all, I made a new blouse!!!  Yeepee!! Meet Petals….

I become bored so easily with just showing pics of my makes and discussing what seam I used or the pattern I used. I want to tell you a story about the blouse and how long it sat in the corner of my studio balled up in a wad waiting for me to love on it and cuddle it in my arms. How it sat hoping I would smooth the wrinkles from its soft forgiving petals and then wrap it’s caresses around my shoulders to allow it to comfort my body the same way a warm spring might feel on a cool spring morning.  I present to “Petals” the name of my new blouse.

This poor blouse has been sitting in the corner of my studio for months.  I almost forgot about it until my cousin came to visit and noticed “the pretty fabric in the corner.”  I showed it to her and realized it was complete and ready to just take pictures.  So I put it on my dressform and that is were it sat for a long time…you all probably have seen it in the background of some of my videos or periscope broadcast.  That is all.  So here she is in all her glory with the pants from stitch fix that I made the alteration to on my channel.
It’s a raglan sleeve with puff/ bishop sleeves, but I decided not to put the band on the sleeve, I like the loose look a little better.  The wide collar is fun and comfortable.  The pattern is a custom sized pattern from bootstrap fashions
I like the way it fit straight off the bat…no changes to the shoulders, but the length and the waist are very big.  I took in the back to give me more of a curve, but that created a little problem, so I had to distribute the amounts by taking in the back seam, some of the darts on the back as well as some of the side seams.  I’m still working to figure out how their patterns run.  I may need to just print out the base size 14 pattern to check the fit of it and gauge how it works first before using their custom sizes.  Of course that adds cost by, I think .60cents to print a different size from your original download.  Bootstrap charges $2.99 per printout for each PDF pattern, plus an additional .50c for the seam allowances.  

 Next up is a dress I made for my daughter, Jennifer to test the sizing of bootstrap for plus size curvy ladies.  Here is a sneak peak until I can finish writing that post and get pictures of her wearing the finished look for you all to see…..

Of all the things a woman would be upset about.  Lets see, someone stepped on her new shoes, maybe a bird got her just in the right spot, or perhaps she left her passport at the airport. These are things that warrant being upset!!! Absolutely, I would be for sure.  But Noooooo!!!  This woman ranted on about something else.  Of course she had no clue who she was speaking to.  You see I never meet a stranger. That’s right, I don’t have a problem striking up a casual conversation with anyone. On this day it was about sewing. Yes, my favorite subject. However, this time it wasn’t about me and what I do. I carefully held my interest in sewing my little secret until I allowed her to give me her thoughts. Her thoughts were exactly what she gave me, in all its glory.

I’ll need to take you back a bit to a time when there was that little ole lady that lived down the block, or was a Sister in the church that sewed.  She wasn’t actually a seamstress for all.  Just that little ole lady we all came to love and call upon to do our mending and sew up the choir robes, or usher uniforms or to sew on the patches for our newly deserved high school letter-mans jackets we wore so proudly.  Maybe she made a few really nice designer look alike for your prom or a friends prom or party, maybe she became so good at her craft that she became acclaimed by many far outside our like circle.

Stay with me now….., this is good.  After all this little ole lady’s experience and her well earned expertise and how revered she has become, and after all the accolades of today and how you would “go tell it on the mountain”….”over the hills” and everywhere, you tell everyone: SHE is “GOOD!!” The woman is REAL GOOD!!!!

But wait!.. she is not good enough to charge you $6.00 to put a few darts in your jeans.

This was the conversation I endured with this stranger.  My lady (the little ole-lady), she says, charged me only $3.00, how can this new woman think what she is doing so great that it warrants charging me $6.00.  Man I can do that myself!  

To that I say, get a machine, take a class, if you trust the teacher and do it yourself!

I love teaching folks how to sew.  In my humble opinion, I believe two things regarding skilled services.  When it comes to schools and education, each parent should be required to be put in the teacher’s shoes for one week in order to respect what they go through, and the other is, anybody that wears “women” clothes should learn what it takes and what goes into producing what they wear from inception to display.  There is a great deal of work that goes into skilled services, and unless artisans and customers are educated, there will continue to be this kind of disdain and low respect for a well earned good days pay.