So I am in Balogun this fateful day snooping around their 5k per yard bargain fabric section — displayed with all the sequins, leather, fur, cord and orisirisi. For the benefit of those living outside town, Balogun is the famous zone for textile and fabric in Lagos… you know, the kind that carries poles of fabric worth more than your rented one-room.. lol, unbelievers will be thinking I’m exaggerating now.
Anyway, I shift base to a more user-friendly stall and I’m minding my business in the one section that has fabric my ATM card can handle, when I stumble across this very plain, quiet, stretchy and cost-accommodating fabric.. hehe. My brain immediately hits ctrl-cut and patterns were already taking form in my head.. snip, snip snip.. “This will be perfect for an LBD, yess!!” By the way gentlemen and ladies, an LBD is short for Little Black Dress.
Ehen, so I get back home humming delightfully to some Jon Bellion human condition, pleased with the inky blackie-stretch fabric I had just acquired uno, and ready to tailor it right into a wearable something. Ashe, I dinnor know that I was in for an undeserved struggle.
The night is young and I still have ample time to make the dress before going to bed. I toy with the thought of doing a quick dig into the peculiarity of stretchy fabrics (considering that I had not handled stretch before now).
But no o, typical Miss ‘No time for serenren’ a.k.a Miss ‘I-can-do-bad-all-by-myself’ disregards the urge and gets right to assembling the pieces.
“Pffttt! It’s sha not more than stretch,” I convince myself.
The plan is to chuka chuka chuka on my Brother® sewing machine and finish up the lil’ blac’ dress in about an hour.
Well, I succeed ∗∗BAM!∗ The dress is done. ∗∗BAM!∗ It’s simple.. ∗∗BAM!∗ and beautiful ∗∗BAM BAM!∗
Breathing-in an air of accomplishment and making a mental note to believe in myself more often, I gingerly try on the dress for final fittings.
Alas brethren, every attempt to wrap myself in the dress welcomed me with strands of thread being yanked off . As in, the whole dress was literally going “pra-pra-praaaaa”, rhythmically getting ripped at the seams!
“Haba nauw,” is all I managed to mutter.
It was impossible to ignore the mischievous chuckle from the dress and I was pinching myself for several minutes following this ordeal.
See ehn, if there is one art that serves a complete syllabus of lessons, it just has to be sewing! Tailoring tells you to go with your guts, channel your creativity and “just do it √“. This same tailoring reminds you to “Slow down ” and be logical; because the items you work with today, will most likely differ from what you’ll be handling the very next day.
And this translates kind of nicely to real life . . . the extra effort we put into being more tactful and truly understanding that people/situations/moments are different and can not be treated or handled the same way, determines if we’ll
go far in life be left standing with a ripped dress or a stunning LBD.
And just because we are not sure which way the wind may blow us next, I’ll leave this here for the future tailor in you ☻;
When sewing lycra, akpoche (or anything stretchy or tough) with a regular mechanical machine, please remember to work with a newspaper, tissue paper or wax from a candle (which is what I eventually used for this dress even after my balloon had been deflated unmercifully).
In my stretchy opinion sha, I’d say just get a stretch-prone machine, saves time uno.
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