When I started working on these jeggings, Portland was going through a heat wave. Portland gets warm enough in the summer that one could prove buying a window air conditioning unit. It’s just that I have this pride in survival. I hear critiques that we Americans impose our will on the environment rather than living with nature. I have romantic notions about living seasonally and adjusting my lifestyle to the weather and not artificially imposing conditions that are acceptable to me.
Consequently, when Portland has a heat wave, our little house gets rather toasty by mid afternoon. In response, I close up all the windows to block out the light then turn on the fans and the light bulbs. *Please note: I would prefer if you didn’t point out the inconsistency in my willingness to allow fans and light bulbs when I refuse air conditioning. It’s awkward when that hypocrisy is pointed out directly. Thank you for your sensitivity to this issue.
My habit is to listen to podcasts and audiobooks while I sew. Recently, I’ve been searching topics on NPR and listening to broadcasts from the last 10 years. On the day of the hot weather, I typed ‘conspiracy theory’ into NPR and that gave me a few hours of entertainment.
This arrangement of listening to audio while sewing works out well most of the time. The problem is combining poor lighting, the distraction of audio, and the need to pay close attention to cutting fabrics. I made a lot of mistakes in cutting out these pants. In fact, I repeated the same mistake 3 times in a row.
The front and back of jegging material look very similar in low light conditions. I was having trouble getting the fabric to fold well so I laid it out flat and cut out each piece individually. The problem was I forgot to make sure I had both left and right legs cut out. On my first cutting, I ended up with two sets of left leg pieces.
Thankfully, I originally bought too much material so I was able to start cutting out new right leg pieces immediately. While pondering the possibility of aliens in Roswell New Mexico, I re-pinned my pattern and proceeded to cut out a 3rd left leg. For the record, my body is fairly typical in that I only have 1 left leg.
I told myself this was not a disaster because I had enough fabric to make a second pair of jeggings so I’d just use this piece the next time around.
Then I made the same mistake with the front of the leg.
At this point, I struggle to remind myself that making the same mistake 3 times does not mean I’ve failed as an adult. You’ve heard that making the same mistake twice is a sign of stupidity or insanity? I’m happy to say that doesn’t apply here because I made the same mistake three times. It’s simply a mistake, repeated, 3 times in a row.
I remind myself that the lighting was low and I was distracted by theories about area 51. I could be wearing a tin foil hat and stockpiling for the apocalypse but I’m not. I’m spending an afternoon sewing in less than perfect lighting and listening to conspiracy theories. I like to think it’s a step up from tin foil hats (what are they supposed to protect you from anyway?)
This sewing session ended with the correct pieces *finally* cut out and ready to go for next time.
What are your best sewing disaster stories?