Without thinking I attached the collar of my 50's dress muslin like a shirt collar, trimmed and pressed it. It didn't look bad, but it isn't the design.
Old me would have come up with a work around rather than unpick it.
Doesn't it look pretty? Newer me will read the instructions and not get in such a pickle in the first place.
This whole muslin thing is a good new habit, but I can't do all the work just to throw something out.
So see that blue flowery square? Its a vintage crepe(?) that would look dashing as a tiered and scalloped skirt. Don't you think? Those buttons won't do though, so I'm off to dive into the button collection that ate Grassina.
I don't know where this new perfectionism is coming from, or where it will go. I think blogging is to blame. I feel beholden to make things well. Heres the big question: Do I really have the patience to make the same dress twice in a row? Or will I throw it all over once I'm past the muslin non muslin?
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