How a Beginner Sewed a Tutu Skirt

If anyone is interested in sewing a tulle skirt, you can find a really simple and do-able tutorial at these 2 ladies’ websites!  They are fairly simple to follow and with the help of Google, I REALLY sewed a tutu skirt for K!  

The Ballet Dress

Simple Child’s Tutu

 

I went to Spotlight to choose some material and spent some money on fabric and sewing supplies.  On hindsight, I really could have just bought the darn tutu from any shop and it would still cost less!  Okay, never mind… It’s really all part of sewing my own clothes for my own beloved daughter right?  So after a week of tinkering with the machine, practicing stitching (whoa… the first few stitches were horrendous!), I finally can sew straight lines and gathering stitches (chey… even know the term now), though it made me relive Sec 2 Home Econs nightmare. 

 

Tada… My masterpiece!   (Sorry, didn’t trim the hemlines, hence so uneven, which is another story for another day)

A tutu skirt is really forgiving of uneven hemlines, imprecise measurements and terrible cloth-cutting (a shearing scissors cost $30!  I used any cheapo art and craft scissors instead, which wasn’t a good idea). 

 

I had to cajole and bribe her to put it on because K said flatly, “I don’t like it.”  …  

  What do u mean you don’t like it?!?!  It’s got polka dots, it’s a dancing skirt!  

 

So I told her, “Sweetie, no no… You don’t understand!  If you want to be a prima ballerina, you have to wear the skirt!” (We’ve been reading Angelina Ballerina books).  Finally I got her to wear it long enough to snap a photo before she stripped it off very roughly. (Almost had a heart attack fearing my fragile threads would tear.) 

 

This was the look I was going for. 

      NAILED IT!!  

 

Dinner time:  “Why don’t you like your skirt?  See, you can look like Elsa if you wear the skirt.  It’s the same!”  Showed her this.    Quite similar right???

 

K says, “Because it’s scratchy.”  Sigh… Fair ’nuff. 

 

So, if this skirt never gets to see the light of day anymore, you know why! 

 

Note to self and other novice seamstresses who care to read:

  1. Precise measurements are very important!  I actually did 2 versions of the skirt.  The first was based on agaration (which was so bad), it looked like a spotted, diseased, hideous tent which sent K scuttling out of the room when I said “Let’s try it on.”  I had to strip the skirt and cut it down to size.  
  2. Sewing clothes is not easy!  Needs a lot of concentration. Do not watch “My Love from Another Star (or any other random Kdrama)” while sewing.  Will save me a lot of pain and anguish. 
  3. Get a more willing model – not someone who says “I don’t like it”.  Z Z darling… Come here! 

Living in the Now

I caught myself thinking that day, “I can’t wait for Zach to wean so I don’t have to be chained to him.  I just hope Kyra can go to school for longer next year then I’ll have so much more time to myself.  After my assignment submission next week, I’ll get to spend more time with the kids.”  Through these thoughts, I was essentially telling myself, just wait and tahan a bit more.  Life will surely get better.  But will it really?  This attitude of waiting to live life scared me a little because what if we don’t have a next time?  Life is the now, the present, this breath, this activity.

Life is also the sum of small things – bathing, feeding, cleaning, enforcing naptime.  They are repetitive, mundane, never-ending.   All of these can be outsourced but how much poorer the relationship will be if not for the accumulation of shared experiences through these seemingly meaningless activities?  Isn’t the bond of love built bit by bit, moment by moment, touch by touch, experience on experience?  With this realization, I’m trying to live moment by moment, enjoying each of Zach’s gummy smile, running my fingers over his dimpled hands and feet, feeling smug that his eyes track me across the room like I’m the only woman in his life (not for long, I know!).  Kyra’s nuggets of simple childlike understanding buried amidst her verbal diarrhoea, her literal understanding of words which gets us in stitches, her tight squeeze as she wraps her hands around my neck.  Even during the crazy meltdowns and wee hour wakings, I breathe in their smells and tell myself, yes, I’d rather do this than not at all.  I know full well that all these are going to pass and soon, the kids won’t need me as often, as earnestly, as crazily, and I’m going to miss being so indispensable.

However, this season will pass and I sincerely hope there will be other good seasons.  Many say nothing will ever beat this but I still hope to be able to live life moment by moment, earnestly seeking newfound purpose instead of always looking back at the past.  Even so, I guess if I were to pick a favourite season, being a mother to small children will probably still rank quite highly, because we have never before and will never again give of ourselves so unconditionally and unreservedly.  It is indeed more blessed to give than to receive and in giving, I have received so much more.

So now, when the meltdowns and terrible days come (about 4 out of 7 days a week), I try to remind myself to Keep Calm and Mother On…

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