Whenever my tailor returns my clothes, I always anticipate minor adjustments here and there – maybe too tight or a bit loose or some adjustments to the style. I will often complain while showing her where to adjust; I’m sure she’s tired of hearing me say things like – “is it not just simple sewing”? Can you not just get it right once?
There was one time I needed to attend a wedding and showed her a style from @styletemple on Instagram; I asked – can you make this style? Her response was, ah ah, aunty… this one na simple thing na; no be peplum? I go fit do am. Ok, I gave her the fabric, explaining to her that the major emphasis was the way the peplum flipped like a loop. My people, the picture below explains it all. She tried small abi?
This image is my beloved tailor’s 3rd attempt at correcting the style; at this point I told her to just bring the dress and I’ll do the finishing touches myself. Ladies and gentlemen, this dress (even though it didn’t come out as planned) was a collabo between the tailor’s expertise and my basic sewing skills with needle and thread (85% tailor and 15% Lynn). So that’s how I decided that this my needle and thread sewing skill has to be harnessed, it’s about time I learned how to use a sewing machine and ‘epp’ my situation. As I no come Lagos to count bridge, I cannot come and count 25/30K and give a tailor just for one dress, mbanu!!! How much did I buy the fabric? Don’t get it twisted, my tailor dey try (reasonable pricing in this our expensive Lekki axis) but I can be finicky sometimes especially when it comes to outfits; I love paying attention to the tiny details. I can be annoying in this aspect (don’t judge me oh); I don’t like simple dresses, na me go choose complicated style oh and be expecting magic (lollll).
Ok, moving on….
So that’s how I now enrolled in a sewing class for a one day sewing workshop with Nedoux Sewing Club. I was feeling like someone who can sew and in my mind I was just saying, “finally, I’ll show this my tailor how to get things done”. The class was scheduled to start by 8am and end by 6pm; my fine facilitator told us we would make two outfits (ball skirt and peplum top) in one day. Oshey!!! Baddest….. Imagine me, sewing two outfits on my first day of using a sewing machine, hehehee… show dem, instagram things.
Fast-forward, my facilitator started the class; the first thing she taught us was measurements. When we spent almost an hour dissecting how to calculate measurements, na there I know say this sewing matter no be small thing. See decimal points and fraction with division inside multiplication; my eyes opened and for the first time, I appreciated my tailor. My people, abeg when next you see a tailor, seamstress, fashion designer, even obioma…please appreciate their skills and expertise. Me wey no like maths before… I come jam arithmetics, no… further maths. After measurements came cutting – according to my facilitator, “there are things that you cannot undo after it’s been done”. For example, you cannot tuck in a fart after it’s been let out, same goes for fabrics after it has been cut; so you have to be extra careful. After cutting, the part I had been waiting for finally came… using the sewing machine. I thought these things were easy, I guess they are easy verbally but not easy practically. See me struggling to get the thread from the spindle into the eye of the needle…
Who send me message to come for a sewing class with fixed nails? Wahala dey oh, at this point, it was easier for a cow to pass through the eye of that needle than the thread with my shaky shaky fingers. My people, that’s how gbese started on my first attempt at becoming a fashion designer; sorry, I mean learning how to sew.
Guess what happened next? I’m tempted to give you this gist but….
I’ll tell you next week….. (first to comment gets N1,000 airtime on any network)