Some weeks back I began the biggest project of my new arts and crafts phase: The Apron.
I hate sewing, but I decided to tackle this because:
a) $36 is a bit much for a square of fabric with straps
b) the cheaper ones are generally ugly
and
c) it's a square of fabric with straps -- how hard can that be?
Patterns are too restrictive, so I opted to work from instructions instead. My sister has a set printed out (I never could find the actual website), but they are long winded and assume I already know how to sew. I dug up a more
concise set of instructions, Apron Making for Dummies if you will. The two are essentially the same, and I figured between them I just might understand what to do. But why keep the confusing one at all? Wordy Print Out has something Concise Website does not, and that is dimensions. I assumed I wouldn't need a second opinion on something as straightforward as measurements. Little did I know that seemingly innocuous belief would cause such an ordeal. But more on that later.
With all the preparations in place, I arrive at my sister's house one morning with a sack of fabric and the hopeful, if unrealistic expectation that I might complete the apron that day. First I learn that fabric cutting ladies don't cut straight lines and the factory edge is not necessarily straight either. Also, the pattern has been printed slightly off kilter, so we can't use the design to our advantage when squaring the edges.
Why I Prefer Carpentry #1: wood may not be flawless, but the factory edge is reliable. My sister takes the first cut because I'm wimping out, then I steel my nerves and take a slice.
Hooray! My first incision!
It's slow going after this, each cut requiring about three minutes of deep concentration and a fairly constant stream of chatter. I'm not talking to anyone in particular, but my sister is there, so a few of my quotes end up on Twitter. One of these, "I will not be defeated by my own stupidity!" becomes my sewing mantra. Maybe I should make that into a banner...
Trimming takes a loooong time, but it's just the beginning. Time to make some real cuts. I have a faint, but persistent memory that something is wrong with the way sewing mats are designed, but I can't place my finger on it, so I ignore my doubts and dive in. Two good slices and I have a rectangle of fabric that matches the dimensions on my sister's instruction sheet.
Action shot!
Next step is to cut the slanty sides for the top of the apron. But what is this? I have all the measurements except for where slant should end? Why I Prefer Carpentry #2: if a dimension is missing, I can usually talk to the drafter/designer directly. This leads to a good half hour of head scratching, squinting at the paper, and taking random measurements in an attempt to supply the missing information. But it's apparent that the drawing on the instructions are not in scale, so we're on our own. Why I Prefer Carpentry #3: drawings are to scale.
Finally, inspiration hits and I ask my sister if she owns any aprons. Duh. Took us long enough to think of that. She comes back with two aprons which are quite different lengths, but the other measurements are identical. Problem solved; time to make the cut. And yet...
Even with the correct figures it still looks way wrong. I measure the full length of my fabric and it's 25", when the instructions said 26". Remember the something's-wrong-with-the-cutting-board feeling? Turns out that the point on the cutting board which appears to be a zero mark is actually the 1" mark. So when you put the fabric at the logical place and cut to exact measurement you want, you're actually losing an inch. Why I Prefer Carpentry #4: the "zero" is clearly marked. Now, 26" always seemed a bit short and looking at a normal sized apron, it's obvious that 25" is not nearly long enough. My theory is that 26" was a typo and they meant 36" instead. So the instructions have left off one measurement and made another 10" too short, leaving me with a completely useless piece of fabric. This necessitated another trip to Jo-Ann's, but I couldn't go just then. And what I in my wishful thinking had intended to be a good, long day of sewing was cut short by a careless instructor. Moral of the story? Always get a second opinion.
To be continued...