I knew I had blundered while making the particular garment. I only realized my mistake after having worn it, but accepted the fact that there are photos of me wearing it, and just fixed the problem. But yesterday, as I was collecting my sources I used in planning the garment, I stumbled into another mistake. A big one. Something that can not be easily fixed, since fixing would basically mean deconstructing the whole thing.
Yes, this bugs me. But it also makes me wonder how the brain works – or as in this case – doesn’t work. See, this blunder #2 has to do with something I particularly paid attention to and did research for. I was especially happy I was finally able to use an inspiring period source for this project.
Aaand what did I do? Just the opposite of what I was supposed to have done. And when did I realize my mistake? Much much much later!
I am also slightly worried I will end up being true to my motto once again: if it can be done, it can be undone…