With the dress for the wedding. Oh the disappointment you feel when something you worked hard on turns out so poorly. And the chagrin when it happens so publicly.
I knew from the very beginning that there was going to be trouble, but no idea how much. This sari fabric I bought at Joanns was going to be trouble. The non-selvedged edge seemed to shred itself at the merest touch. Never before was I so happy to have a serger. The pattern gave me a lot of fit problems, the bust was too small and the rest too big. But I finished the day of the wedding I intended to wear the dress to so I had no time to go back and fix them. I tied a ribbon around my waist to give it some semblance of shape and hoped for the best.
The wedding was gorgeous and I had a great time connecting with old friends from college. I also had a great time dancing. Perhaps the open bar made this activity a bit too enthusiastic on my part for the delicate fabric. Near the end of the evening, I notice a bit of a breeze. The bodice had separated from the skirt at the empire waistline. I appreciated very much the scarf.