Have you ever felt in a fabric shop that you left a GEM behind? Like you are itching for weeks, (worse: have nightmares, lol) about that beautiful, unique, awesome fabric which you have NOT bought. And some other person wears it and happy in it, and you feel sad.
Okay, I’m not trying to be dramatic here, but sometimes I feel this. Like today. And like a month ago. Sometimes I can’t decide. Sometimes there is not the ONE, multiple ONES! And yikes, your budget allows you one, two, but not four, five, six, seven different fabrics at a time… This is the cloudy side of sewing. Choosing! Choosing between fabrics.
When I went for a frickin’ cheap textile shop which I generally dislike, because the poor-so poor quality of fabrics – turned out there is bra foam. I bought, like 3 meters! You gotta catch it when there is one nearby, NO, not Pokémon, I was a true fan back when I was a child, but I’m not playing it now. I had these tazos, and PokeMaster Handbook when I was 11, 12 yrs old. We fought between classes at school and I loved the series. But now? I’m like – I’ve been there back then! I was TRUE.’ HAHA!
Goood news, also! At weekend I finally found out more about my mysterious disease I’ve been suffering for 10! years. Imagine that your legs are itchy every time you have a contact with water. But not salty water, only showers, baths, sweat etc. 1000 needles running under your skin – and no rash! Nothing visible. Just horrible, mindblowing itching. I have been practicing meditation (on and off for a while), my mantra doesn’t help it. I try to focus on other things but when I have seizure, it’s awful.
It’s really bad during these weeks, here the air got so humid, you have drops on your skin. Morning shows are disasters. I only take bath or shower at evening and when I get out I immediately put on pants. Pants are the only things that can soothe my pain. I tried several types of lotions, hypoallergen, bla bla, cheaper, more expensive, steroids ( no thanks) – nothing helped. Some days, some months are fine, but let me tell you, I’ve been suffering in these two weeks. And when I googled it there was something connected with water induced itch – and I went further – and there is a forum, started in 2016 with 300 posts from people who have EXACTLY the same problem as I do.
In Hungarian sites, also the dermatologist couldn’t tell me what it is. I have eczema on my hands, but not on my legs. And well, here are the people who have the same issue, tried the same things I did, suffer exactly more during summer and most of us thought this must be some psychosomatic issue. No, ma’am.
Results? Relief on my soul. Nobody knows what causes it, must be some kind of specific allergy – no one knows how to put an end to it. You can treat it – blowdry your legs, pat you legs with towel, put immediately your pants on and wait for a drier season…
If you scroll through a sewing blog you might wonder that, ‘oh, this person has everything, perfect life in the showcase, no problems at all‘ – at least on the blog. I have shortsight for 15 years now, wearing glasses or contact lens, I have often backache (I have problems with my spine – I have to care for my spine to avoid slipped disc, my stomache is not a strong one – which means I eat light food mostly. I had a congenital issue with my neck which caused a huge cyst and it had to be surged back in 2013.
Also as a 26 yrs old married gal, I want kids and sometimes I’m afraid of being a mother. Is it stupid? I think it’s natural to have fears. I fear of not getting pregnant and I fear of getting pregnant. What if….? What if there is barrenness? And I’m not saying my mind is 100% focusing of fear, but there is some.
And on top of that we have an ongoing issue in our street. The next building to ours is almost like a ruin but it’s a governmental building and poor people live inside (people say it’s a drug spot…). So since April, 2016 a couple of gypsies come to that house at 1-2 after midnight, push the horns for minutes, screaming, yelling to a person and drove away. They are f’cking idiots and I hate them so much! Imagine 5 big, young fella, sometimes there are more cars with more people and they just push those horns and scream, everybody is awake in the neighbourhood and they drive away, come back minutes later and this little intermezzo happens 4-5 times a night. It happened previously 8-10 times a month, in summertime your window is open and they come almost 3-4 times A WEEK! And you can’t communicate them.
Last week a guy from the opposite house came to the street with a 20 cm long knife – he said, get out of the car, you piece of shit! And they kept screaming sitting in the car. Then drove away, got scared. But guess what? Last night they came back with another car of people, and yelled for this guy with the knife, they yelled exactly ‘We’ll kill you, you bald motherf*cker!
Now I’m at a point where I’m gonna collect signatures and pass them to the Governmental Office and Police. Oh yepp, I called the police but by the time they arrive these — things drove away. They know exactly this game: make a mess for couple of minutes, go away, come back, go away, come back, go away and well, this is so funny for them.
So I’m, today (02.08) devastated. I couldn’t sleep much, I was so mad, I’m getting heartpumps when a single car slows down on the street. We can’t sleep with closed window, it’s too hot. I want to be elsewhere, but we haven’t bought our flat to live in fear.
So wish us good luck to make them somehow go away or just encounter them with the police…
After confessing, let me keep talking about fabrics. I saw a candy-coloured fabric. There was a huge pile of it, and I liked it but then to touch it it was not so dreamy. It is a polyester knit. But I loved the colours. And it was really cheap – 2$/yard. I left it.
Lately it popped up when I saw the new collection of the Hungarian designer brand, Ticci‘s photos.
There she is, my want-to striped, polyester fabric! Pretty, right?
I had to go back to that shop and I purchased 2 yards of it.
And now let’s see what I’ve made, copying my go-to knit basic dress – I made a maxi dress.
Let the pictures tell the process!
Let’s see the truth!
This fabric is my guilty pleasure.
I hate it and I love it. I hate its quality but I love its look. It was awful to sew, it sticked on everything, not like my previous cotton jerseys.
Oh God, what have I done? It’s a see-through dress and I’ll probably wear it at a beach. Or not wear it at all?
What about conscious sewing? Capsule collection? I failed and I enjoyed it. Guilty pleasure it is!
Have you ever encountered guilty pleasure in sewing? Like you knew you shouldn’t have done it but you did it anyway?