corset again

Since I'm dumb, I didn't do a mock-up for this corset.  After I sewed it together yesterday, it seemed a little small, so I pinned the lining together in front, basted some lacing strips behind, and laced myself in.  Turns out it isn't too terribly small, but the front is weird; the CF drops too low on top, too heart-shaped and modern-looking.  And the bust gusset is not quite in the right place.  So I'm going to rip off the front piece and make a new one with a few tweaks, hopefully that will solve the problems.

I scold myself and say "you should have made a mock-up!" but when I think about it, I haven't really lost much time by having to go back and fix a piece, just a few inches of fabric.  Besides, I know I can't be the only person for whom the Law Of Mock-ups states that when your mock-up fits perfectly, your garment won't, no matter what.  There is some kind of tear in reality between the mock-up, the pattern pieces, and the garment fabric.  (Yeah, I don't like doing mock-ups much.)

today

You know those days where you just can't wait to get in your sewing room and you're just bursting with anticipation at all the great things you get to work on?  And the world just seems a wonderful, lovely place?  A place filled with creativity and joy?

Today was not one of those days for me.

Which is not to say I wan't productive - I now have four more of the dance dresses ready for fittings this weekend.  But I spent most of the morning walking past my sewing room, peering inside cautiously, and wandering away again to distract myself with housework.  If only there were two of me: one to do the sewing and another to poke the first one with a sharp stick until she did it.  I really could've used that today.