There was a point where making cosplay costumes was fun for me.
I got a lot of satisfaction imagining, creating, and shopping for the perfect materials.
Then it got to a part where it stopped being so much fun.
That part was probably around the time when I started to make cosplay princess costumes for my nieces. I am a Disney Princess at heart. No really – when everybody else in my high school wanted to be doctors and accountants, I decided I wanted to be one of those princesses who walk around Disneyland in costume. Then somewhere down the line I realized that 1. I don’t look like a princess and 2. Walking around all day in a big poufy dress in the Florida sun hugging germy children probably isn’t the right career for my personality. I’m not saying that being a medical office assistant was the right career path for me, but crap happens and here I am – typing at my desk, not being a princess and sometimes I’m okay with that.
The first few weeks of designing the dresses was fun. I found the perfect materials SO easily. It was almost too easy – and it probably should have been a clue that things were going to go terribly wrong. My nieces live about 3.5 hours away so measuring them in person was going to be a problem. My sister told me the sizes they wore so I went out and bought some clothing to represent those sizes. Which, in hindsight, is probably where I made my first mistake!
I worked for hours and hours to make Rapunzel and Sofia the First dresses. I worked right up until the week before Christmas, and to make things even more stressful, I even threw together a creeper quilt for EVILBOY in that time frame. All this while packing to go away for a week over Christmas holiday. I will remember that week not-so-fondly for the rest of my life.
When they were done though they were the most beautiful little dresses. I was so proud of how well they came out and so excited to see my nieces twirling around in these works of art. They didn’t cost me a fortune (unless you count time as a fortune) and they were a cookie cutter big name brand of princess dress. Everything was perfect.
Until they tried them on.
A skirt that was too tight here, a shirt that was too short there. It was a disaster. All the relief I felt when I cut that last piece of thread was gone. Back to the drawing board. To be honest, it was heartbreaking and I lost a lot of motivation, immediately placing all projects on hold. I had failed and it was hard to accept.
I had the dresses for a couple months in a box on my bedroom floor. I left them out in the open so they would haunt me. I was hoping that would be the motivation I needed to get back into it, but my heart just wasn’t in it anymore.
Those little girls deserved princess dresses though. So when I knew there would be a chance I could get the dresses to them again, I started stitch ripping and planning all over again. I had a plan to make the dresses fit properly – albeit it was a little unconventional when it comes to sewing – I mean, I’m not an expert, but I’m sure some of the shortcuts I took would have Nancy Zieman herself turning over in her grave (actually I think she’s still alive, so it probably would have just given her bad indigestion or something).
I was lucky the girls were able to come and visit this past weekend. A few tense hours later and they both went home with custom princess dresses that fit a little bit better. Would I do it again? Probably not, but their excitement made the long hours worth it!
Unfortunately my littlest niece was a little camera shy so I didn't get any pictures of the Sofia dress.
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Hello..this is my blog. I bought this fancy theme and I don't know what to write here just yet. Maybe one day remind me I have to write something inspiring here?