Monday, July 12, 2010
Less-than-perfect :: ours vs. theirs
This here is one of my favorite sundresses. The red one, with polka dots. It was one of my first Etsy purchases, from a woman who custom makes dresses to your measurements. I bought it several years ago when I was still experimenting with skirts, and any garment with curves felt way beyond reach.
Today as I was wearing it, I was examining one of the princess seams. The front right panel has always twisted in on itself, and at first I thought that the fabric might not have been trued when it was cut, but the more I looked at it (as closely you can examine the bodice of the skin-tight dress that you are wearing – preferably done in private), the more I realized that the facing had either been skewed when it was cut, or skewed when it was sewn in.
The funny thing is that I’ve always noticed that this panel affects the way the entire dress hangs, yet I wear it anyways. Whereas if I had made this dress myself, there’s a good chance this ‘flaw’ would fall firmly in the ‘cannot live with’ category, and I would have either unpicked the hem thrown down the garment in disgust. What is it about other people’s flaws that make them easier to live with, whereas when they are our own we become hyper critical?
I love this dress. I try to wear it as often as possible. Would I still love it if I had made it, and therefore I was the one who had made this mistake? I mean, I could still probably unpick the hem and make it sit right – but I doubt that I will. Why is that? If I had made it myself, you can bet I’d have taken my seam ripper to it a long time ago. The end result is the same: garment is slightly ‘off.’ Why does it matter who made the mistake, and why does it matter so much more if that person is ourselves?
It’s not like a straight hem vs. a crooked one is really a measure of our self worth, right? Whether we saw the crooked seam and bought it anyways, or were the ones to create the crooked seam ourselves … how is that really any different?