Rez Life Quirks

Living in Monument Valley has spectacular views. There are other, less spectacular things. Like very spotty cell service and frequent power-outages. Usually the power is only out for a short time, but this Saturday it was out for about 24 hours.

The power outage interrupted my weekend sewing project.

A few years ago, I made a wedding dress. There was some lace left over, and I promised to make a baby blessing dress for the bride’s baby girl.

Baby girl is on her way here, so I got out the lace. There was far less lace than I remembered.

First panic.

I finagled around and got all the pieces I needed cut. I did some sewing and put the project away for the next day.

A week or two later, I finally had time to get it out again. I could not find some of the pieces. I looked and looked, but they were lost.

Second panic.

I considered cutting the skirt shorter to replace the pieces. I called my sister, and she talked me off that ledge.

Then I found the original pieces. They were the pieces I had already sewn together, and they had been right in front of my face the whole time. My sister suggested medication. I decided I had better finish the dress that day rather than lose pieces/forget what I had already done yet again.

The pattern instructions confused me several times. I read them and re-read them and re-read them again. Finally I figured out what the pattern was telling me to do. This dress has a bodice front and back, a lace overlay front and back, and a lining front and back. I was confusing the bodice and the bodice lining. 3 layers. Not 2. I had to cut out more bodice pieces. So now the skirt lining is shorter, because I had to get that fabric from somewhere, and Jo-Anne’s is 3 hours away!

I sewed the bodice together wrong two different times before I got it right. I really hate unpicking lace.

Finally, the dress was all the way sewn, except for the sleeves and buttons. Then the power went out. Forced sewing break.

Did I mention that it’s hard to do a sewing project when you live almost 3 hours from the fabric store?

I had to get creative a couple of times, when I didn’t have what the patterned called for (interfacing—replaced it with fuse-able hem tape), and I almost gave up when it got time to put button holes in. My machine is a tiny bit broken on it’s button-hole function. I tried elastic loops for the buttons, but they looked terrible.

The resident captain came to my rescue and suggested hook and eye closures and to let the buttons just be for decoration. Quick as a wink, I applied his genius idea. Also, I managed to break a hand sewing needle, as well as stab myself and bleed all over the dress while I was sewing on the buttons, because that fuse-able hemming tape turned out to be really hard to sew through.

Now it’s been a week since I finished the dress, but it isn’t mailed yet because another quirk of Rez life is that the post office is only open from 9 AM to 1 PM (fairly frequently it closes earlier than the posted hours.) So I can only go on my lunch break. Additionally, the post office only takes cash. So it took me several days to get cash and several tries of not making it to the post office in time. Tomorrow will be the magic day, I’m sure of it.