For every Beyonce dress there are 6 failed projects angrily stuffed in a plastic bin. For those of you who know only of success, move on! This post does not concern you, and frankly- I kind of hate you right now.
For the rest of us, the story unfolds like this:
10h23 Miraculously, something you put very little effort into turns out fantastic. Quilt bastes itself, tank gets sewn and needs zero adjustments- you get the idea? Fueled with one part arrogance and one part defiance, you decide to taunt the sewing gods and attack that project you’ve been avoiding for months.
10h25 Extricate pattern pieces from ripped pattern envelope. You iron out the shredded silk paper and scan, not remembering which piece you’re missing. You reach for the pattern layout, but you can only retrieve the instructions in Spanish. Bueno.
10h31 You finally find number 13. Of course it’s number 13.
10h32 Ok, you’re back on track. You need to get this done before 12h30, no problem. Time to pin. Oh wait, there are no more pins in the pin cushion kit. Damn it.
10h35 Finally find pins, you pin the pattern, you cut out your pieces, heck you even notch everything you’re suppose to. To reward yourself for your hard work: coffee and FB break- you’re instantly irritated. When did the internet get so boring?
11h15 Back to project- text messages instantly stream in. You decide to take pictures of your WIP, Instagram takes over and all of a sudden you’re liking photos of balloons in the air. And pfffff, only 3 likes on your last photo? Whatever.
11h30 Ok, now you’re really going to get on it. To the serger.
F*ck, you need to re-thread the serger.
11h55 Great. Serger threaded, number of cuss words uttered : infinity. Note that you’ve still only cut your pieces, yet 3 hours have gone by.
This hilarity ensues until you have a finished project. That you hate. That took you 3 weeks longer than expected. That is unflattering. That is destined to a pile of clothes that fall off the hangers and collect dust in the corner of your closet. A finished project that cost your three times the price of a disposable garment purchased at H&M or Joe Fresh.
Yet for some unknown reason, you hatch up new projects and forge on. You continue to make ill fitting clothes, or crookedly pieced quilts. So why then do you persist, despite the impracticalities, the cost, the defeat?
Because that rare feeling of total success makes up for that familiar doom of a project failure.
Because the more you make, the more successes you eventually have.
Because while all you see are the imperfections and the failed attempts, the people around you only see beauty.
Because maybe, just maybe, you and I are the makers of this world.