Apparently, disappointment makes me productive. This weekend, I made six appliqued t-shirts, and I finally finished dress #5:
Why, yes, actually this dress does look remarkably similar to dresses #3 and #4:
These dresses were all made by the same pattern that I have now run into the ground. I have learned quite a lot though, so (day 20) thank you, Simplicity #2674. I'm still not so good at zippers, but I think I have finally mastered sleeves. I have a much better idea of how to finish armholes too, thanks to sewing club president Laura. Yes, I just named you president of sewing club.
For day 21, I am trying really hard to be thankful for disappointment, especially for the new perspective it can bring and lessons it can teach. This is a difficult thing to be thankful for. I am a perfectionist and a pleaser, so feeling like I failed (which I did; I failed) is close to the worst feeling ever, especially when I can't see why or how I can fix it. I understand constructive criticism and the learning process, but I have never encountered something that I couldn't accomplish in the end. Except for learning to drive a stick, but I didn't really want to learn that. This was something I wanted, but I have begun to question why. What were my motivators? If my honest answer is money, then I have wasted a lot of time and effort with nothing to show for it. And I think that is the most difficult pill to swallow. Lesson learned. Perspective gained. Thank you.