Blech blech blech blech blech! I did not fit this dress well enough. What is going on here?:
Wait, more specifically here, here, & here:
I'm sorry...pardon me. Oh, hello! I was just in the middle of telling where I am (or rather am not) with the Fifth Dress. But I am not surprised by this little misstep. Oh no. I'm going to back up to the beginning and tell you about my elastic thread adventures, but first I need to address the larger, less patient issue at hand because, well, I am not patient. At all. And that explains why I'm standing there in a weird, gappy dress.
In my personal life, I am a do-er, not a planner. I love manual labor, moving forward, and a job well finished, if not quite well done. I see big pictures and figure out details along the way. I do not research. I pounce and then trust my instincts. While this makes for a fun life--seriously, can you imagine an easier way to live??--this is not always helpful in learning new ventures. I knew from Nicole (she is a researcher) that this dress was going to be big and I did nothing to compensate for that. As you can see.
And what's so funny is that my co-workers, friends, and sometimes Matt may feel otherwise, but when dealing with myself I could not possibly be more hands off. Head down, get it done, sort it out. And trust me: it can usually always be sorted out.
Anyway, I guess that's why this year long (twelve) dresses project is so perfect for me. Time to accomplish, no time for perfection. I have really tailored this little endeavor to how I work best. I may get upset from time to time, but after a second or so I'm just back to putting my head down and getting it done. See how I've already calmed myself down?
Shoot, I'm actually excited to seam rip some elastic thread.