Sunday, June 7, 2009
That's what friends are for
Anyone can tell you that you look bad, but can anyone but your oldest friend know exactly what to say to set you off?
Small pointless rant since the person I'm ranting at doesn't read my blog, or know that it exists (a person has to have some privacy, especially when ranting).
I finished all the work on the dress this afternoon during a marathon of hand sewing. I had it on and was in front of the full length mirror, trying to decide on a hem length when my housemate - and oldest friend - wanders past. I ask her opinion about the length, and she steps back and looks at me. And I can see it coming.
"Weeeeeell," she says, one hand on her bony hip (she compares herself regularly to a hippo, but I've got 30 lbs. on her, so that tells you). "It makes you look kinda . . . thick."
I wasn't asking if I looked thick. I wanted to know if the hem should stop above or below the knee.
But wait. She's not finished. "It must be the combination of fabrics," she says, and I can tell she's thinking hard. "This is your muslin, right?"
All together now. Deep breath, and . . . and SCREAM.
Okay, I'm better.
This isn't excusing her behavior, which was appalling and hurtful, but she's miserable. She hates her life and rather than working to make any of it better, she puts her efforts into bringing everyone down to her level. She wasn't always like that. It's kind of like a bad marriage; I spend a lot of time remembering the friend I loved, instead of the one I want to whomp over the head with my coverstitch machine.
On the plus side, the dress is done except for the hem, which I'm still thinking about. I really like it. I left off the belt loops because I'm thinking about doing the sash, either out of leftover bodice fabric or a chocolate brown that I have somewhere in the stash, but for the sake of the photos I added a belt.
Does it make Evelyn look thick?