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I think my silky cream/purple/orange blouse is no more. And when I say "I think," I really mean, "I know, but I'm unhappy/embarrassed to admit it."

Reasons:
#1 I had the wrong machine needle. My handy dandy trusty sewing book didn't say anything about a specific needle for silk. But apparently you need a ballpoint or it ruins the fabric. Pressing each seam was inevitable, but mostly unsuccessful.
#2 I fell out of love with the print. Dinner plates on my tummy were not so attractive as I once thought.
#3 Gathers are not my forte. And this sucker required six total. After sewing the fourth gather, and losing count of puckers and folds in each seam, I lost all patience and nearly my temper.
#4 The pattern is too low cut for my standards. And possibly a size or two too big.

After concluding that nearly every seam would need to be unpicked (which is a nightmare for this material) for one reason or another, I regretfully resolved to lay it down to rest.


On a different note, I accidentally got my niece to name one of her dollies "Lust" "Wust" after she told me the other Dollie is named "Passion." I'm guessing the name "Passion" was probably made-up because another Dollie's name sounded Japanese.