A few or so years ago, after having a bunch of boys, and making boyish baptism outfits, I decided to indulge my whimsy and make a pretty, feminine baptism gown. I was not entirely sure what I was going to do with it once it was finished; sell it? Save it for a daughter I could possibly have in the future? I guess I just figured I would decide what to do once it was finished. I enthusiastically dreamed up the style, and cut out the white fabric, and lovingly stitched it together here and there when I had the time. After a while I ran out of extra time and put it away to finish later. A few months back I decided to take it out and finish it. I’m afraid it did not turn out as well as I had hoped, the style is plain and left wanting for something. But it is done, and I can take pride in finishing something that I started.
So now we come back to my initial quandary of what to do with the dress. I can’t sell it online, because it does have blemishes, a stray yellowish spot or two it must have gotten from being stored, wrinkles that I can’t get out etc…. I tried to sell it at a garage sale, and on a local garage sale group on face book. But to no avail, no one wanted it.
I am going to be glaringly transparent here:
I have this complex where I do not think anything I make is good enough to sell. The stitching might not be straight or consistent, the ends may be fraying and not polished enough, maybe the size is questionable, and will it even hold up in the wash? I can make things that are aesthetically pleasing from afar, but once you get close enough to inspect the construction of the garment, you can see all the blemishes and problems with it.
So here I created something I thought was worthy, and tried to sell it. But alas, no one wants it. Now I can grasp that my reservations are completely valid!
I have a finished baptism dress with no darling baby girl to wear it, and no one who wants to buy it. Would there be any interest in a giveaway? I suppose I could gift it to someone who has been blessed with a baby girl instead of letting it languish uselessly in my testosterone filled house.
