Have you ever procrastinated finishing a garment because you’re a little afraid of how it will fit? That’s what happening right now. I am procrasti-blogging because I’m terrified that my pink sequin dress will actually look terrible.
I’ve made this pattern four times; I know it works on me. I made a muslin. I’m using a stretch woven with a fair amount of body which is pretty forgiving. I’ve done everything I can (short of sewing a solid, black sack) to make sure that this dress will be a success, yet, when I put the bodice on “just to see” it didn’t look great. But it wasn’t the dress. It was me.
I’m generally pretty okay with my body and have made a conscious effort to talk about it only in terms of what it can do (lift heavy things, bike 100 km in a day, birth a baby), but having a baby makes things change so quickly (and often) that it’s really hard to have any kind of body awareness. You know when you hold up a pair of pyjama pants and can generally judge whether or not they’re going to fit? I have completely lost that. You know that silhouette that you know looks good on you no matter what? Gone.
While sewing your own clothes can be the ultimate boost in body positivity (grading between sizes is the BEST), it’s been really hard for me to justify taking the time to sew myself clothes when I’m not sure if they’re going to generally look good or even fit by the time they’re done.
Before Christmas, I finished a bunch of projects and then took a break from sewing for myself. I said I needed a break before I started sewing my back-to-work wardrobe, but really, I felt weird starting to make clothes that a) were more fitted than the millions of Lindens I made this fall; and b) I wouldn’t wear for months and who knows what my body will look like then.
I mapped out what my year of sewing would look like (at least until July in great detail), meaning that I theoretically need to be making Sasha Trousers, like, now, if I want to wear them to school in April, but how on Earth am I to make fitted pants now for three months from now when my body is changing every day? But how on Earth do I commit to buying pants for work when even my pre-baby body was hard to buy for (’cause, like, RTW is the PITTS for 90 per cent of the population)
So, I’m turning to you, other sewing moms, for advice and maybe encouragement. How does one deal with rapidly changing sizes, proportions and favoured silhouettes? I can’t wear leggings and a hoodie to a work – help!