My Sewing may be Cursed

Beware blog readers, it seems I've pissed off some sewing goddess and she has cursed me. (Cursey, cursey, curse, curse.)

I've completed 4 muslins of Burda 7447.

They seem to be progressively getting worse.

It's makes me want to stick blunt objects in my eye, until I remember my eyesight is terrible already.  New plan, fit without corrective lenses on. What under butt wrinkles? I don't see a thing!

Still we've all admitted that pants fitting is hard and my twitter peeps are helping me out.  I didn't think about curses, just the eternal pregatory of pants fitting that is my lot for loving cookies. Cookies, I can't quit you.

P.S.  Here's the recipe link for these, they are amazing

Damn there are no cookies in my house.....but what were we talking about? Oh yeah, cursed sewing.

So I cut out a Renfrew, a project I've made a gazillion times with out a problem and the darn thing was too tight!  What?!!!  Seems that beefy jersey that's been sitting in the stash doesn't stretch nearly enough. Fine beefy jersey have it your way, I'll covert you into some sort of baby shirt....probably never.

So what do you do next?  Buy a new pattern, hooray new digital pattern smell!

I got the Kimono Tee from In-House patterns cause I like trying new pattern companies.  Also a lacy yoke is so in right now and I wantz it, precious.

This should have been super simple, a couple of pieces/9 seams max and it would have been if aliens hadn't stolen my brain overnight.  So many brain dead sewing mistakes where made... I sewed the right front side seam to the left back side seam for shits sake.  I is college graduate of sewing skillz?  No?

Some seam ripping and cursing in front of the baby fixed that (sorry son) but it could not fix the fact that the shirt was GINMOROUS on me.  Oops, maybe I should stop ignoring this "comparing the flat pattern to your measurements" stuff.  I should....but I won't. #bullheaded

It's really quiet clear that none of these problems were "my" fault, right?  It's a sewing curse...guess I better get Jobu some rum and a bucket of fried chicken.