One of the things I noticed right away when I picked it up was that it was handmade and it made me love the dress even more. I thought about someone sewing a special pink dress for a special little girl…and thought what fabulous luck that my little girl gets to wear such a special pink handmade dress too all these years later.
(Does anyone else think about the people that made stuff at the thrift store, or is it just me?)
But I am learning a lesson from that dress. A silly one that most people wouldn’t even consider.
You see I am a bit of a perfectionist. I wish I weren’t, I am trying to change it.
And when it comes to sewing dresses, skirts, shorts, ect– while everyone else sees a cute outfit, I tend to stare at the mistakes. An ever-so-slightly crooked hemline, plaids that may be a bit off or stitching that goes a bit on the slant at times.
Yes, I try to unpick and redo things that are way wonky….I really do want things to look professional.
But, it was those things that I truly love about that dress. For heaven sakes, the safety pins are still in the elastic in the armholes. The hem is a bit crooked, the lace is a bit uneven in the back, the elastic isn’t sewn perfectly, and the lining is a bit off in spots….but the dress is still gorgeous. And all those handmade things are just part of the vintage charm of handmade for me.
So, my lesson. I too make handmade clothes. And that is exactly what I want them to be. Handmade. I tend to want my clothes to look like a computer sewed them, because then they would be perfect. But, according to this pink dress, I am not a computer. I will NEVER sew like a computer. And it’s ok.
Thanks pink dress. I needed that.
(But you may have to remind me again and again. It’s just the way I am.)