No patience, no time

The simple, A-line dress was not quite as simple as I thought it would be, but it looked like a dress and it fit when I was done with it. I wore it to church one week, and a fellow attendee asked condescendingly "oh, did you make that dress?" "Yes, but is it that bad?" "Yeah, it really is." To this day, I don't know what was "that bad" about it - the color, the fact it wasn't a form-fitted dress, or that the skirt hem was slightly uneven. The dress did eventually get lost in one of our many moves, but it wasn't expertly made by my expert Gram'ma, either, so I didn't figure it was a great loss. Through the next few years, I would only make clothing if I absolutely had no alternative.

For our first anniversary, my husband and I went to the Renaissance Festival. I made my dress and cloak. The dress sleeves were a bit shorter than I intended, but no one noticed because they were hidden under the cloak. (I still have that set - after 25 years of Halloween, Ren Fairs, and cross-state moves). I still don't generally make clothing, but I've been known to make costumes for the kids or repair my husband's pants.

A few years after we were married, my mother-in-law asked if I could help her make some quilt tops for her church charity, and she'd get them quilted and finished. "They're super easy, all straight seams, and you can't mess them up!" I'd never made a quilt before, but it was for charity, so the 'judge' wouldn't be too harsh, right? Note: the 'judge' was my own inner voice.

Check next week to see how the 'judge' ruled. And as promised, good for the whole month of November, get $5 off any purchase of $20 or more! Use code 5NPNT20 at checkout!