Oh, not 3 days non-stop. But 3 days of thinking about it. 3 days of puzzling over it. 3 days of drawing it out on paper. 3 days of making a muslin from a sheet, trying the muslin on, realising it hadn't worked and going back to square one and starting all over again. Twice.
Then this morning I began to wonder. What am I doing all this messing around for? Is this particular blouse pattern any better than a previous pattern that I know fits me? Why am I bothering with this nonsense? Why am I tearing my hair out over this blinking thing???
I then went to my wardrobe and dug out the shirt I'd made before and, yes, I love it. Yes, it fits me. Yes, I'd wear it again if I made more.
The 2 muslins have been tossed into a crate to be ripped apart and re-used for something else. The 2 paper patterns with all the new darts and adjustments on them were tossed into the waste paper bin. The pattern was folded tidily into its envelope and will be listed on eBay as soon as I get it photographed. I am done with that nonsense!
I feel liberated. As if a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders. How ridiculous is that? Sewing is meant to be enjoyable. Not a chore or a task or something that takes me 3 days and I end up back where I started with no blouse to show for all that effort.
Tomorrow I am going to cut out a shirt using my old pattern.
And I'm going to have fun doing it. Yes. I. Am!!