There’s been some discussion about the appropriateness of honesty and critique of sewn garments shown on the internet. My position is that photos and even eyeballing from a distance IRL (in real life) cannot show the salient points needed in the analysis of anyone’s garment making efforts. Here’s a story to illuminate my point:
Sunday evening Husband and I took the Dog for a walk at the local woodland lake park. It was around 6pm and the woods were damp from a light drizzle and beginning to get dark.
Then, something came into view that shattered that dusky softness.
(Please indulge me: I didn’t have my camera with me so I returned the next morning to get documentation to share this story. The light was that of the impending dark so you will have to imagine that night is falling.)
The woods were lush as we walked along the trail
when we were startled to see a Mourning Dove in an odd position and motionless on a low tree branch
By its position I thought the Dove seemed in serious distress and I didn’t want to cause it further angst by getting too close
My eyes couldn’t make out why there was a red spot on its neck so I got this close and stood completely still. A healthy dove doesn’t have red spots on its neck. I could only think that it was wounded by gunshot or had a parasite or had suffered a viral attack of some kind. Bird virus? Oh NO!
Husband and the Dog went to get the car and see if they could find a Park Attendant to help and I stood, silent and keeping my distance, waiting to see if the bird changed positions. Nothing happened for 20 minutes or so but finally my team members returned without finding anyone in authority that might have a way to handle a diseased or injured animal.
We got a bit closer from the opposite side
and finally our eyes were able to pick out the hanger eyelet on the top
Yup, it was a decoy! I had been carefully guarding a DECOY. What I had thought was possibly part of an injury was simply some leaf litter that had fallen onto the red spot
We’re not hunters; we hardly expected a plastic bird clipped to a tree branch
We laughed and laughed, so relieved that we were not watching a Mourning Dove die in the woods.
You can imagine that I was very glad Husband had not found a park employee to drag back to see my humiliation!
So, jumping in to make an analysis of the proper fit or hang or suitability of a garment is something I would really, really hesitate to do. It’s been definitely proved to me that my eyes can’t be trusted to discern an ultimate reality. I certainly wouldn’t want something I said, rightly or wrongly, to adversely affect the future work of any anyone.
I’d love to hear what you all have to say!