I think I was skipping to school today. This morning was all a blur as I thanked my lucky stars for this chance.
Then I went to meet with my sewing teacher, the Doc, about my evening gown I am designing for my senior capstone. I had sewn part of the bodice last night in my fashion fabric which i LOVE to death. I was just on a cjane high as i went into her office. She took one look at my bodice and said:
"You didn't even interface the neckline."
"I thought i interfaced the facing...?"
"NO. the bodice. you interface the bodice. who cares about the facing? interface the bodice. interface the bodice."
"oh. ok. so should i just--"
"--and you didnt even stay-stitich the neckline! what is wrong with you, ellen?"
Now, if this sounds harsh, that's because it is. the Doc is known for her rough and toughness,a no bull-crap approach to sewing and teaching, which i highly appreciate simply because i know that she is a great teacher and is merely preparing me for the real world. She has made me cry several times, especially when i took advanced sewing from her and made this empire waisted coat:
Now i know the coat looks cheery, but the class was full of tears and doubts as i came home and let go of all my frustration and self pity to my husband, the poor guy.
But I'm convinced that its this kind of teacher, the hard-on-you-you-have-no-excuses kind of teacher that you thank later on. Because they didnt take any crap, means that you were worth their time, and in a weird, indirect way, they believed in your talent enough to invest their time, and they expect so much more than a student forgetting to stay-stitch and interface the bodice.
I can only hope to be as a good of a seamstress as the Doc someday.
Thanks for all my new readers, C!
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