Working on my first jacket. Lots of pieces, lining. It's complicated. So far, I've had to rip out more seams than I can count, craft some new pieces because of some accidental hacking and construction errors. It's two steps forward, one step back. Almost literally, except I'm not actually walking (please refer to excellent rant on the use of the word 'literally' in The Imperfectionists by Tom Somebody, page reference to follow, if I'm reminded.)
And it occurred to me that ripping a seam out of my jacket is a lot like getting a divorce. I could leave the error and wear an ill-fitting jacket/marriage, or I could rip it out, with the pain and added time required to put it back together again. But when it's reconstructed, it will fit so beautifully that I'll be glad I took the extra time.
And so I am the woman who rips seams until she gets it right.