I apologize in advance for my non-photo-ey update: sadly at this moment all I’d have to photograph are cut — and modified! — paper pattern pieces. (I’m actually quite proud of some of the modifications; I’ve never actually modified a printed pattern before. I’ve drawn my own from scratch, and used paper ones. This is a new hybrid!)
Mostly I’m writing to document my nervousness. Specifically, my nervousness about the bodice. I know I’m short-waisted (I discovered this a couple years ago during my brief foray into fashion awareness*, but four inches seems like an awful lot to be hacking out of a fairly busy pattern piece. No? I should just relax, trust the pattern and Casey‘s guidance and everything’ll turn out alright? I guess time will tell on that front.
* i.e. What shape is my body, and what constructions/styles are flattering to that shape? This along with modular closet-building (evaluating “essentials” for one’s lifestyle and building an easily mix-and-match-able stash thereof). Most of the information I gleaned from this foray, of course, has long since evaporated, to be replaced by song lyrics. Ah well.
The rest of the drafting thus far has gone fairly smoothly. To my surprise, all 3 of my measurements fell under the same size — I didn’t even think that was possible! — so that made things fairly simple. The rest of my modifications were shortening the skirt a little, and putting in notes for possible sleeve lengthening (I’ll judge with the muslin).
As a last note, I thought it was interesting timing for Rachel to post about body image this week, as I was sizing myself and cutting out the pattern pieces. I weigh now within 15 pounds of what I did in grade 9, and have never really strayed outside of that range. Having been, in that time, many sizes, ranging from 0 to 18 (depending on clothing manufacturer and whether or not we’re talking UK, US or HK sizes), I’m not usually too worried about the number on the label. As long as clothing fits comfortably and well, I usually regard the difference as an annoying delay to finding clothes that are actually my size.
It was still a bit of a “…huh. Really?” moment for me when tracing this pattern though. (Did I then measure myself 3 separate times just to make sure? Uh, maybe. Part of that might also be my paranoia about getting it right, though.) Guess I’m not as immune to the body image silliness as I sometimes think I am.