I have a few dresses that are a bit too long for me. I want to solve this through two different methods. One: I need to hem them a bit. But I also want to have a petticoat to wear underneath them so that I can use skirt hikes to get them up a bit more. Why? Because I grew up thinking Renaissance Faires were the height of fashion.

And I live in fucking Scotland and it’s pretty cold year round so having layers of clothing just seems smart to me. How will I manage this with a bike? I’ll figure that out later. Shush.

But I am at a point where I don’t really want to buy anything.

My kids asked me to get crafting supplies so I have needles, thread, ribbon, and curtain rings. I also have a huge pile of too-small toddler clothes.

I see a project emerging from the mire of my idiotic brain. I can’t finish other projects yet because of very good external reasons. So I’ll start a brand new project! That’ll make sense!

I commented to my buddy Rose that sewing machines intimidate me so she told me to just hand sew it. I’m wrapping my head around what that means. I can do the maths to draft the pattern. I can look up some tutorials on hand sewing seams. I would use grommets to sew up the back seam of the skirt (I would make it incredibly size variable because I’ve met me.

I have tons of giant art paper for drafting the pattern. (It was used for art, then used to pack things for shipping, now it’s waiting for it’s third act.)

I care a fair bit about the whole “reduce, reuse, recycle” bullshit.

I have spent a lot of today researching what I need to know to hand sew this stuff. You know what? I may not have the vocabulary but I already know most of these stitches. I will do fine.

Why do I think I suck so much? Why do I discount every ounce of competence I possess?