Dumb Things Done in Haste

I've been sewing again the past couple of days. I took a hiatus once I had all my Doll Whiskers holiday orders done, thinking I'd pick it up as soon as the new year began. Guess what I didn't do? There was only one project that I actually turned on my sewing machine for, and that was done in haste. I paid the price, and I want to share with you the cost.

For all my girlfriends out there, you know what a big deal it is to shop for, and find, a bra. There's no quick solution to that shopping trip -- it is a royal pain. I always end up sweating in the dressing room like a crazy person and more often than not, I leave with nothing except a bad attitude. Somehow, one of those psycho shopping sprees finally produced a bra. A cute bra, at that! And all God's amply-endowed children shouted, "AMEN!"

Like any unpleasant experience, this story has it's fuzzy parts and the vividly detailed parts. I won't bore you with the former, because the latter is so much better. I was getting ready to take one of the girls to the doctor and was slinging it together quick to make the only appointment they had open. (Define "slinging" as screaming down the hallway at the kids to move it!) Everything was done: makeup, hair, outfit ironed, new bra ON. Then the straps started falling. Now, I'm a pretty sweet girl (most of the time) but there are some things that just set me O.F.F. and this is but one of them. With little time to spare, I was still determined to have the upper hand in this situation. Now, are you noting the fact that I'm getting an attitude with an inanimate object? Good, just making sure you're on the crazy train with me. I swear I even said out loud, (really pissy) "I tell you what..." (read as "I'll show you")and I marched down the hall half naked (read "nekkid", unless you're a Yankee) to my sewing machine. My wise butt was about to fix this problem...sort of.

I took my scissors and cut the straps off at the back...and criss-crossed them. I added just a few inches of ribbon to lengthen the straps (I could always tighten them if they were too loose, right?) and sewed it all back together. I was thinking about how genius and resourceful I was. Pat - pat - pat on my back. Then, I put it on.

OMG.

I wish you could have witnessed that struggle. To say I misjudged how long to make those new straps is a gross understatement. It was so tight, and so high...I had to tuck stuff in from the bottom just to get those puppies sacked up. Horrible! My boobs haven't been that high in twenty years. The criss-crossing was all up on my neck! My shoulders were practically hiked into my ears. I looked like an idiot.
The straps now played pee-a-boo out of my neckline, but buddy they weren't slipping.

I sucked it up through that entire doctor visit, but that sucker came off the minute I got home. I'm about to get started with today's sewing. I bet you can guess what's first in line.

Have a wonderful day and stay supported.

~DPG