I was cruising along, working on the dress that goes with this sleeve, and I reached out to get the sleeve to put in the armhole, and *gasp*....someone had found a pair of scissors and done some "alterations" on my finished puffed sleeve. I know that this is one of the risks of sewing in a house brimming with little children. I put the scissors as high as I can, I put my sewing away when I'm done, but somehow they still find ways to do things like this.
Do you know this kind of heartbreak? I know that in the scheme of things, this is the kind of disaster that doesn't even rate, but it's the kind of thing that makes me close my eyes, take deep breaths, and move myself far away from my little boys for a few minutes.
It reminds me of when I went into the local Bernina shop (not the same place where I humiliated myself) to buy a new bobbin case for my machine. I explained to the shop lady that my children had stripped my machine. New needles, new thread, new bobbins I could get locally, but the one bit I couldn't get was that darned bobbin case. So I packed them up and drove the half an hour to get a new bobbin case. As she handed me the $65 piece of metal, she said sagely, "Cover your machine."
I had to keep myself from gaping at her. Did she have children? Are everyone else's children so different than mine, really, that "covering your machine" works on them??
I glanced over my shoulder at the four children who were reducing her shop to parts and stopped a rolling spool of fancy expensive thread with my toe.
"Thanks for the advice," I said, and we left her store.
So if you have a heartbreak like this, would you tell me about it and make me feel better? Have you had your precious handmade clothes ruined just after, or even before, they were finished? How did you cope? Tell me your story down there in the comments, and I'll go make up a new sleeve, and we'll both take a good, deep breath together. Deal?