Let us recap: I'm trying the slow and careful approach to this dress instead of hammering it out like my normal crazy lady way. I stitched that yoke like nobodies business. Heck, my gathering was so neat and even I swear sewing angels wept as they gazed upon its sheer brilliance.
I was invincible! I mean, look at how epic this is. Unless you don't want to be blinded by awesome- in that case close your eyes and scroll down a wee bit... :P
And how the mighty fell...
As I moved on to sew the front and back shell together for the life of me it wouldn't line up. Puzzled at how the fabric had magically altered, as I could do no wrong, I pulled out my muslin and did a comparison. And that's when I found the ABOMINATION that was my upside down pieces...
Yes- that is right. In all my careful and considered piecing together my glory was to be thwarted by an upside down bodice piece. And not only once. I had done the same with the lining. Curse you upside down pieces! So it was off to the land of drinking a "martini" and unpicking fabric. If you have to do a sucky job, do it in style I say! And nothing says style like drinking pink lemonade from a martini glass and putting on a a really bad British accent... (it's generally best not to ask)
I'm choosing to look at this as an unintentional win. I got paid today so I can grab some nicer lining tomorrow afternoon and line my bodice in something softer. And maybe check out Lisette fabric as it has finally arrived.
But I'll be watching you Chantilly from the corner of my eye. Any more of that and KA POW!