So when a large part of your happiness comes from controlling your reality by way of fabric, as I explained Friday, it can be more upsetting than normal when a project doesn’t work out. Like the plaid dress with the vintage, instruction-less pattern last weekend. It didn’t work. I was unhappy.
But I needed a project to give me meaning and purpose and a sense of fulfillment, and lo! ask for a project and ye shall receive your friends’ mothers vintage pattern stash. And ask for a fabric for said pattern and ye shall find it on sale. So I had a happy time making a happy accident dress:
It’s also something of a “happy eyesore,” to use a phrase from the Dress a Day blog lady, but I like eyesores (“what? I can’t hear you over this print!”).