This morning I’m sewing a vest that I’ve designed and the fabric is a beautiful chiffon that is very fragile to work with. I have to hem the edge as soon as I cut it, or else it unravels easily. I have friends like that, too. No matter how gently I handle them, they can fall apart in my hands if I’m not careful. I used to walk on eggs with them, staying careful. Now I steer clear and everyone is happier. So why sew with chiffon at all? Because the result is so worth it. Kinda like that one pesky pal, you gotta decide what’s worth it and what’s not.