Oh kittens. Dear, dear kittens. I, your beloved Pressinatrix (go with me on this one) am draped over my fainting couch, fanning myself, in dire need of chocolate to keep me from falling into a deep and enduring malaise.
And why, you may ask? Because, my darling, precious readers, this week I beheld the website of a purported expert, in which the garments on display were so badly pressed, I thought at first it might be a joke or a mistake. Alas, it was not a joke. On further exploration, I saw that most items on that site barely, if ever, saw the underside of an iron. Here. For your benefit, I will hoist myself up to a sitting position, look you right in the eye and remind you that…
Pressing IS sewing.
I must recline again. That took all my strength. My dears, lest you disbelieve me, let me point you toward a couple of items to remind you why pressing is so important:
And Now, A Word From the Pressinatrix – the introduction to my lovely and perfectly pressed self, and why you need to get thee to an ironing board.
If you prefer a video tutorial, watch “Press That Bad Mamma Jamma” to see your Pressinatrix in action:
My loves, I can’t begin to tell you how sad it makes me to see otherwise wonderful garments ruined, ruined by lack of pressing during the construction process. And I’m sorry poppets, but running an iron over the finished piece doesn’t cut it. No, you must press as you go. Or you risk sending the poor Pressinatrix into paroxysms of puckery-seam-induced grief. Now, you don’t really want that, do you?
Happy pressing (it is sewing, after all)