Soooooo, I hate to finish seams–HATE! I can’t emphasize this enough. Something happens, mentally, when I start a sewing project. All I want is to be done, and finishing seams just seems like busy work.
This is Exhibit A.
Although, in my defense, I chose the wrong fabric for that project. Plus, I had no idea how bulky the seams would be with the underlining and interfacing. But the only reason I bothered to half try was that the fabric was loosely woven and shed bits of itself all over my house. I hate vacuuming too. Bottom-line: an attempt was made, but a crappy attempt.
Exhibit B: If you look at the inside of my homemade pajama pants, you’ll find a bag of cats.
So, when I finished my robe and saw insides that looked like the below photo, I was impressed with myself. True, not all the seams are straight, but you gotta tip your cap to progress.
But me being me, things had to go sideways at some point, and that explains my shoulder seams, which I’m pretty sure are ladies . . . that’s the most SFW way I can describe them. I don’t know where I got that seam finish from (my imagination). However, from now on, if Mama didn’t mention it, I’m not doing it.
I apologize for the wrinkles. Ever since I finished it, I’ve been living in it. I’m going to write a review of McCall’s 5989 and all that business, so I guess The Pink Lady (that’s my robe’s name) will need to be washed and steamed before then. Sigh, Ironing.
I think my personal hell would involve seam finishing, ironing, and vacuuming, Sisyphean style.