How can I explain how I felt? It was one of those times that my heart sunk to the very tip of my little toe.
I was happily sewing my last dress for the summer season, feeling a great feat was about to be accomplished. How I wanted to celebrate after this last seam was finished! With gusto, I pressed the pedal a bit harder. What in the world? The pieces didn't match up. One was a good 6 inches shorter than the other. Did I get the wrong piece? Impossible--this was the last piece to put together!! Maybe I got ahold of the scraps? I looked carefully. I examined it closely. What was the problem. Then I noticed a big, jagged gouge cut right out of the bottom of my skirt!!! Oh, no!
Then I turned to look into two guilty eyes. "Mom, I thought that was your scraps. I didn't know it was your dress." Her eyes pleaded me to understand. And really, it was my fault. I always allowed Allison to play sewing with the scraps of material while I sewed. I had lain the skirt on a nearby table and how did she know that it wasn't the scraps that I usually lay aside?
I can't describe the feeling I had at this moment. I wanted to be angry, but at whom? I wanted to cry, but for what? Really, there was nothing to do. I couldn't cut another skirt because there wasn't enough material. I couldn't hide it in a seam, because it was to big of a hole. So, after laying aside all my pride at the thought of my beautiful new Sunday dress, I patched it, and decided it will be my first beautiful house dress. A lesson learned indeed!
I was happily sewing my last dress for the summer season, feeling a great feat was about to be accomplished. How I wanted to celebrate after this last seam was finished! With gusto, I pressed the pedal a bit harder. What in the world? The pieces didn't match up. One was a good 6 inches shorter than the other. Did I get the wrong piece? Impossible--this was the last piece to put together!! Maybe I got ahold of the scraps? I looked carefully. I examined it closely. What was the problem. Then I noticed a big, jagged gouge cut right out of the bottom of my skirt!!! Oh, no!
Then I turned to look into two guilty eyes. "Mom, I thought that was your scraps. I didn't know it was your dress." Her eyes pleaded me to understand. And really, it was my fault. I always allowed Allison to play sewing with the scraps of material while I sewed. I had lain the skirt on a nearby table and how did she know that it wasn't the scraps that I usually lay aside?
I can't describe the feeling I had at this moment. I wanted to be angry, but at whom? I wanted to cry, but for what? Really, there was nothing to do. I couldn't cut another skirt because there wasn't enough material. I couldn't hide it in a seam, because it was to big of a hole. So, after laying aside all my pride at the thought of my beautiful new Sunday dress, I patched it, and decided it will be my first beautiful house dress. A lesson learned indeed!
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PS Sometimes it is nice to have a nice everyday dress. :)
Iain