As a new sewist (the noun I've chosen for myself, because I'm not exactly a tailor or seamstress, and sew-er isn't exactly a pleasant term, sans hyphen), few things are as scary as the first cut (or, in my case, slice) into a BIG piece of fabric. I'm able to afford all kinds of little pieces, like fat quarters, or just scraps, or whatever...but having a BIG piece means I've gone out and purchased it.
True, fabric isn't incredibly expensive, but the time to go get more, the shame in having screwed up... it's a lot.
Back to work. :)