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May Top Back on the Sewing Machine!

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Hopefully I will get completed top pictures up tomorrow. Wow this was harder than I thought it would be. It’s that tricky little seam under the bust – you need GUMBY fingers to get that all neat and nice!

I cut the top out today out of a rayon/viscose that doesn’t roll. The neckband went on perfectly and it is nice and snug so there’s no gaping at all. Then I started on the weird wrap/seam.

First off, the seam allowance is only 1/4 inch. On the next top I’m going to add another 3/8 to the seam allowances to give me more to work with. Although I can’t add it at the weird seam thing, now can I? No.

The seam is gathered and that’s hard to do in a 1/4″ space. Then the horizontal seam which encloses the two wrapped over seams is also hard to get in to do because it’s basically just a hole in the middle of the shirt. Eeeeeek.

Anyway I have managed to get the seam done and the wrap is fine. I just don’t think I’d want to make a lot of these. Too nerve-wracking making sure I’ve not caught anything. A nice plain top with a yoke like the Laura Dress I cut shorter to make a top or another straight tee is more my speed.

I took the weird lycra/nylon out of the garbage. It dawned on me that I may be able to do it on the serger. Of course I still need to gather the under bust seam but I can do that with hand stitches. So we’ll see if that works next!


Author: Jennifer

I came from a family who made things. My father was a carpenter with a passion for making furniture. My mother sewed, crocheted, cooked and made a home on a shoestring. My grandmothers both quilted. As a teenager, I found batik through a wonderful art teacher who allowed me the freedom to batik yards of fabric. I then cut them up into a pattern and wore the item I made. I was ecstatic. I painted in my teens and twenties and my parents gracefully supplied me with oil paints and turpentine. When I needed an easel, my father took me to the shop where he worked and made me one. When he found unused and unwanted canvas, he brought it home and stretched it for me with wood from his shop at home. I was indulged at every step of the way. I wasn't ever told that I could not do something or that I should not do something. I was given freedom to chose my path in life. A blessed life I have lived, for sure.

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