that would be the noise my sewing machine kept making as it churned through my versace silk.
chunk, chunk, chunk, chunk.
and taking a little piece of my soul with it each time.
part of it is my fault, because i started with a size 11 needle.
i went through my entire stash of needles, looking for a size 9. nothing.
chunk, chunk, chunk.
and then, at long last, as i was starting the french seams to put the sides together, i found this buried in a supply drawer.
unfortunately, no chorus of sewing angels awaited me.
the damage had been done.
i was about ready to give up in despair when i decided to at least attach the lining layers to the fashion fabric layers. and, as one does, i saw immediately an entirely new vision.
so i’m going to keep on plugging away. all that is left is several hours of handsewing: two hems, a zipper, and tacking the sleeve pleats in place. and then a vicious, vicious pressing.