I made my first muslin.
This was a big deal for me. I made it in a fabric that I would never wear (more of that navy cotton pillowcase material), just so I would not be tempted to try to wear it, and sewed it with thread that did not blend in at all, just so I would not be tempted to try to wear it! I’m dealing with the feeling that if I make it, it must be worn, otherwise it’s a waste. It’s not, and I know this, logically. But the emotions of the situation are what they are, so I have to find ways to get around them. And, yes, immediately I see the benefits to making a muslin. I can see where things would gap and where they would be too tight if I didn’t change the way the garment was sewn, and how sad I would be, if that were the case with a fabric I actually liked. That would be like… like buying an off-the-rack garment and then being sad and angry because it didn’t fit me. Why should it? I never met the person who sewed it. But I’ve met me. And I have to wear clothing to interact with people in the society in which I currently live, so why not like the clothing I wear?
Now, the funny thing is, I wear jeans and t-shirts as a uniform. I like my uniform. It works for my days, and when I look at clothes that I like and would like to wear on other people, I end up choosing pretty much what I have as it is: jeans, t-shirts, handknit socks and sweaters. (If I am suddenly transported to Ireland I want to be ready.) I just want to expand it a bit. Jeans and t-shirts…. and a few skirts? A few non-t-shirty tops? Nothing too radical. But still, I go to choose fabric and I feel a little woozy at the options! So a muslin is going to help me decide, too, if I like the way a garment feels on me before cutting into fabric that it took real effort to buy. Well, let’s not put it that way–I love having fabric around! It’s just that as soon as I decide that it’s going on my body instead of my bed or a cushion, it’s a whole new ballgame. So, having chosen and purchased fabric (and having done a happy dance that I got it off the bargain shelf!), I want to know the garment for which it is intended is going to fit before I try to make it. And since, honestly, it’s harder to create a garment the more topography there is (I can cut straight edges if it’s going onto my bed, but straight edges on me… well, it makes me look like I’m wearing a blanket, too), a muslin makes a lot of sense.
I hate my muslin. And that’s good news, because I am not in any way tempted to wear it out into daylight. But it’s awfully handy. Having made it, I’ve since cut into fabric for two other shirts and have been daydreaming ways to modify the pattern more. And there’s a good chance that the garments might actually fit me. This makes me happy. I’m easy to please like that.