Can you believe it’s the end of August already? This has been a weird month for us since it has been unseasonably cool and wet. August is normally my least favorite month of the year, but this year it hasn’t been too bad.
Today was all about getting ready for and teaching my first class of the school year. I have ten students this year—my biggest class ever. Unfortunately, two of them were unable to come today. I think we got off to a pretty good start. We covered a lot of ground.
After class was over, I had to do a job I truly loathe. I had to re-hem something I had already hemmed. It was my own fault, which made it even less enjoyable!
Let me explain. When you’re tall, you learn to accept certain realities. A garment that is described as “long-sleeved” will never be more than three-quarter-length sleeved for you. A “mini-dress” will be a tunic, and not even a very long one. And a “maxi” dress will in fact be a “midi” if you’re lucky.
Two years ago I ordered a dress that was billed as an “extra-long” maxi. I knew better than to think it would be long enough for me, so I also ordered some matching fabric. I wanted to wear the dress to the costume banquet at Realm Makers. So I dyed it a color that I preferred to the only color it came in, and I added a fabric border. (Which always looks lame because the dress wasn’t designed to have a border.) Apparently, I did not have a daughter around to help me get the length right, for when I put the dress on after adding the border, it was too long. Really, really too long.
However, I was out of time. I didn’t think it would be that big a deal. In the spare moments I had before the banquet, I sewed some beads onto the dress and hoped for the best. I had one of the most annoying nights of my life—holding up the dress, tripping on the dress, kicking the dress out of my way. By the end of the evening I was ready to rip the thing up—but I didn’t.
I have not worn it since, because I knew I was going to have to re-hem it and I knew I wouldn’t enjoy it. But this weekend I am going to a Renaissance faire, and I really want to wear that dress. I have been sewing more and more beads on it this week, knowing that my efforts would be pointless if I didn’t also tackle the hem.
So today I tackled it. I had to cut 5 inches of fabric off the bottom of the dress, and then the hem itself raised it by another inch and a half. So it is now almost 7 inches shorter than it was, but it is still plenty long. I got a tiny taste of what it’s like to be petite and have to hem stuff up all the time. I still think it beats being tall, because no matter what you do you can’t magically lengthen something and have it look the way it was intended to look.