Existing in pieces

Speaking of ripping things out so they can become other things…

Oh my, I feel like I should start talking about something important about life right here, but it’s only going to be about dresses.

I worked for years to learn to make clothing for myself. I worked until my wardrobe was almost one hundred percent handmade by me. Now I’m over what I know how to make; really, really over it.

Okay, wait, no. There’s one style of dress I’ve worn a bit this spring. But other than that. And, let’s face it, it’s not an attractive style of dress. I just still happen to like it for reasons of my own.

Okay, no, that’s not true. I don’t like it, it’s that I can’t face ripping everything out, which is what I’m going to do.

I am going to have so much fabric to work with. Wow, that is a positive thing.

A problem: I have no idea where to go from here, no idea what to make. If I am offered one more dress that looks like a damned sack, I am going to start shrieking. Even Target is selling sacks. What the hell? This is what we were all locked up for? To emerge as duvets? And even the sleepwear is…one piece? No. No. What. What is happening?

I will stop now.

But I keep wondering, where do I go from here, as far as sewing is concerned? It seems the choices are: get a lot better, or make the largest, most crooked quilt the world has ever seen.