Foul language ahead.
What happens when you sew full speed ahead on something you know how to sew? What happens when you don't bother to read the directions because hey, they're BWOF and mostly inexplicable anyway? And besides, you know what you're doing?
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A clusterfuck of epic proportions, that's what happens
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Mario's jacket is no longer with us. It met an undignified end this evening and ended up in the trash. I was too mad at myself to even take pictures before it was bundled away in black plastic.
So what did I do? Remember that nice collar I showed you, the one approved by Lily the cat? Well, if I'd bothered to read the directions and think beyond the last thing I made, I would have remembered to not to sew all the sides together because then I couldn't sew it into the facing properly.
Of course I didn't, so tonight I pinned the collar down, pinned the facing, sewed it all together, pressed the seam, clipped the seam, turned it right side out, pressed it again, and then actually looked at it.
It doesn't matter how long you've been sewing, how much experience you have, how many jackets you've made before. At least GLANCE AT THE FREAKING DIRECTIONS because otherwise your hubris will bite you in the ass.
I'm going to take my recently returned mojo out back and shoot it.