AAAAAAAHHHHHH!

I'm sitting here just stunned. Heartbroken. For those who don't sew, it may seem petty but it is the traumatic destruction of a hope and creation. I had found a fabric whose color was intense and vibrant. A color that glowed. A color that made me glow. A color that excited me to be around. It felt sexy, it flowed. I cut it out to make a dress. I spent days fitting the dress to me. It hung perfectly and made me look several pounds lighter. I was excited to have it almost finished, even started dreaming about the opportunity to wear it.

Thunk! I look and part of the dress had folded over itself and fed into my serger as I neatened the inside seams. The serger knives shredding the front into flapping shards. It can't be hidden. To do any of the 'tricks' of the trade to cover and hide such an accident would destroy the slimming lines of the dress. Ruined. No more fabric to recut the destroyed piece. Dream dashed. Losing the time and effort put forth on the dress is simply annoying. Losing that emotion that went with the dress is crushing. I weep.