Serves me right doesn’t it? I said ‘easy as pie’, and predicted the rest wouldn’t take long. Ha! The sewing gods heard me, sniggered, and rolled up their sleeves. They lulled me into a false sense of security by letting me find all those oddments of co-ordinating silk for the lining. They let me cut it out and assemble it. They let me feel very smug when I neatly pieced in a little extension so that the very wide CB tail piece would fit onto the pattern. They EVEN let me sew down all the seam allowances to the underlining, not a twitch, not a hitch. Then they got to work [although, as you will see, they’d already done something…]
First, they demanded a blood sacrifice: on my very first piece of covered boning, I jooked* my thumb, which proceeded to gout blood everywhere.
*A little patois lesson for you:
pierce, poke, or stab.“a hoe to jook the ground in the yard”