It's times like these when I wish details didn't matter so much to me.
I started to cut out a bag this morning using this beautiful Amy Butler print from the Midwest Modern collection. I've always loved this print; it's so vibrant and dramatic, isn't it?
I took great pains to center the motif and ensure it was vertically straight. But apparently, either I didn't get enough sleep last night or I should've had a fourth cup of coffee this morning, because I forgot to check my horizontal alignment. It wasn't until I got the piece cut out that I noticed the problem. Do you see it?
Do you see the top edge? The design is off by a good half-inch from one side to the other. Whether that's intentional (God forbid. Who in their right mind would do that to this particular design, which is so carefully aligned in every other way?!?) or whether it happened during the screening process or at some other point in the production of the material, I don't know. What I do know is that it bugs me. A lot.
I get really annoyed when I think about the fact that I pay more for higher quality designer fabrics. Seems to me part of that should include some quality control.
I can't bring myself to move ahead. So I'm back to the drawing board--literally--to come up with a more forgiving pattern that won't make the fabric shout "LOOK! LOOK AT ME! SEE HOW CROOKED I AM?!"
Wish me luck. And worry about me a little, because now I seem to be working with talking fabric.