Plunging into sewing without honing some prerequisite skills is always a bad idea.
You have to lay it all out, but even then, adjustments may be necessary.
There’s a special language for sewing; learn the nomenclature, and you’ll sound like you know what you’re doing.
There are dreams, and there is reality.
A balanced budget isn’t always feasible.
At other times, you have to use what you have and make it work.
It’s as much about process as results.
Expecting the unexpected is part of the job.
You’ll be threading the needle more than you ever expected.
Occasionally, compromise and persuasion are called for.
At other times, it’s downright life-saving.
And just because…
That’s all folks!
Good morning, DoReMi. I alwYs go to the ????first and then come here. It’s nice to see something different. Good morning, Pond Dwellers! It’s going to be 79 today. This week is awesome weather wise (although it’s supposed to hit 90 come this weekend).
I did a little sewing when my daughter was a baby and too young to complain about what her clothes looked. When an elastic waistband was the norm. Then, I had to go to work, never got any free time to continue working on it. I’ve done some crocheting and embroidery, but all of that, too, fell by the wayside. So, I appreciate the jokes, the memes and, of corse, the Bassett. Now, coffee and back to the ????.
Like so many of my generation, I learned to sew at school; it was an elective, but my mom sewed most of our clothes, so it never occurred to me to take anything different. After college, I rarely sewed until my daughter was born. It was easy then, when a single yard of fabric could make an entire outfit. I continued, waiting for what I assumed would be the inevitable complaints about home sewn clothes, but unlike me, my daughter never hit that stage (she has very little interest in fashion, as well as a terrific capacity for gratitude). I still sew for her (although less than a few years ago). The funny thing is I still rarely sew for myself; for whatever reason, it just doesn’t bring me the same level of satisfaction.
{{{DoReMI}}} – I did cooking in Home Ec. I figured it for an “easy A” as I’d been cooking for my family several years by that time – wrong! The teacher and I disagreed on a number of things both what to cook for a family of 6 and how to prepare what we were cooking – and the teacher had the grading power. sigh.
My own sewing skills fall under the “replace a button, re-sew a split seam, patch a hole” variety. I did do quilts – tied rather than actually quilted – for about 10 years from my late 20s to late 30s. And they were pretty much what you show above. I’d start sewing scraps of this or that together until I had something big enough, back it with a sheet I mostly got at places like Good Will, and use an old, worn blanket for batting. My main claims to something personal and different are that I always had a piece with a pocket in it in there somewhere, I always had some fabric in it that was “personal” to the person receiving the quilt (like a piece of a favorite out-grown shirt for my son or a scrap leftover from the costume shop for a show the person had been in), and I always put the person’s first name and zodiac sun sign relatively centrally using a running back stitch and embroidery floss. I think a few of those are still out in the world doing what I hope is good and loving work but i really don’t know.
I need to get over to DK – at least once I get the next set of exams set up and running in the copier – and see what’s going on. moar {{{HUGS}}}
Awesome diary, wish I can come over sooner! :) I sew… barely. For a short while I was sewing a lot of my own clothes, using a yardstick and some very basic ethnic based patterns out of a book I “borrowed” long term from the library.
I keep telling myself I need to start doing that again.. :)
This is sew great! Wish my early mornings weren’t so busy that I’m just getting round to reading your post. I enjoy these discussions of sewing, and I’m in awe of you and princesspat!
My cooking has always been better than my sewing. In fact, I don’t sew at all: poor darling husband has to sew his own buttons on! In eighth-grade Home Ec we were required to make skirts and blouses, then to “model” them in a fashion show. The waistband of the skirt I made was broader at one end than at the other. Yikes! Another girl put the zipper in her blue sheath dress perfectly—only backwards.
But in the kitchen I shone. My hobby was making cakes, because I wanted to be like my mother.
Thanks for a fun read, DoReMI!