I decided this year I would make my daughter an Easter dress; being that she is five going on 30; I figured I better try doing it this year because next year she may decide she is too old for handmade clothes. Her first and second year I made her dresses and the following years someone else bought her Easter dress. So this was really something I felt compelled to accomplish this year.
So I bought a pattern, early and found a really nice fabric at Jo Ann's. Not what I had in mind but never the less it was nice and the fact that it was pink was an added bonus. Given that my daughter is a girlie girl and pink is her signature color. (put this way, in her world there are no other colors and if someone other person is wearing pink, she will take notice) I gave myself ample time to start this project because sometimes I get distracted and forget about the deadline. Everything was going according to plan. I was beginning to feel pretty good about making the dress. The plaid design was lining up really well and the seams, were really wonderful; even my zipper didn't give me any problems. I was being extra cautious about the ironing of the fabric because it's like one of those synthetic like materials. I began fitting it to my little girl so that it would fit her perfectly. Came together really nice, I'm thinking this is going really well.( why so much plug about it going so well, I'm not a dressmaker, by trade, I enjoy doing it but it's not a skill I would say I'm expert.) Going well until, well let's just say, I thought I had the iron temperature set low enough... I burned a whole right through the front of the dress.(this is where you might imagine all the expletives that I wanted to shout but couldn't because my daughter was in the room). I literally held my head and went to my knees because I couldn't believe I just did that. My mind went from immediate rage to I'm not re-doing this dress, there is no time, I will never find the ribbon and that material, forget about it; it was a special Easter fabric that Jo Ann's put out. My daughter had already fell in love with it. And if you could just have seen the look of concern on her face when she saw what had happen. Parent's know that look in your child's face. What to do, what to do? After I came to my senses. I thought, I will patch it up cover it with something maybe if I have enough left over ribbon I can cover it. After several different ideas, this is what I came up with; a big o' giant flower design, made from the fabric and some left over ribbon. I don't even know how to make ribbon flowers. (hee, hee, can you tell?)
I'm happy, my daughter's happy and well, will I attempt this feat next year I don't know, maybe...
I wonder if anyone else has had this type of mishap and what did you do to fix it? Please share. Maybe we all could learn from our mistakes and how to make it work. :)