I have had to constantly remind myself all day today that I didn't have time to sew a dress. Oh, I did, but I had other stuff that needed doing and I couldn't do both.
So, as I did the other stuff, which included driving around and sitting around waiting on appointments and such, I spent a good bit of mental time puzzling over my lack of decision making skills. And I think I figured out my problem...or at least a good chunk of it.
The fabrics that I have pulled to turn into dresses are prints. Lovely prints. And I realized that I am afraid to turn a print into a dress...afraid it will have placement problems, look too girlish for my, ahem, current life stage, just afraid that it will look home made, as a dress that is beautifully constructed out of a poorly chosen print tends to do.
I will make a top from a print. I will make a skirt from a print. But making a dress from a print is, for some reason, now outside of my comfort zone.
Meantime, it is somewhat ironic that the dress I will be taking to wear to the festivities is a print (Textile Studio's Madison Avenue dress, which is unfortunately a bit snugger now that it was when I made it and wrote the review. I will be packing shapewear). And it works for the pattern.
One of the fabrics is a stretch woven...a rayon-and-lycra blend. It stretches as much as a knit; it's as drapey as a knit; I'm thinking I should just treat it as though it were a knit...just add a zipper and go on. Maybe.
But these are summery fabrics, and when I get back from the wedding I'll be ready to start sewing September choir clothes. In fact, I must...I have nothing mauve or dusty pink in the closet at the moment. So the summer fabrics are going to get packed back up into the stash for another season.
Maybe by then I will have worked through my phobia.