My sewing has been progressing nicely. I finished up curtains. I've had a few more fabric-buying excursions, and I've even bought fabric for a pattern that's not in my sewing book. I'm that serious now.
Last night I finished my first clothing project since the skort I completed when I was nine. I made a wraparound skirt. When I picked out the fabric, I even had a whole outfit in mind for this skirt. It was a great transition project into apparel sewing because it combined new and old concepts into something that wasn't too hard and still increased the sewist's confidence.
I felt even further validated when he asked me where I got it. "Oh, I made it!" I confidently answered.
"Oh, I was wondering. It has that crafty feel to it."
. . . Thanks? All my confidence, pride, and validation went mostly out the window.
While I do aspire to be a craft master, I want the things I make to have style. Especially the clothes. I don't want my clothes to look like a craft project. Which apparently, right now, they do.
So with a little more trepidation than I had before, I'm headed into my next skirt project. Or, should I say, craft project.