Oh yeah, I did plug in my machine and got re-hooked on straight seams. This simple non-competetive crafting was great for my sewing mojo. My life is sort of crazy right now, and I'm thinking I might make another dozen of these. Anybody else ever feel like going back to those beginner projects for awhile? Garter stich scarves? granny squares? Pillow cases?
I have to admit one of my favorite things about vacation at the lake is not wearing "real" clothes. I often go from pjs to my swimsuit and have a big piece of indigo-dyed fabric that is my skirt/towel/umbrella/tent. It seems like a huge luxury to forget about clothes for a few days.
My birthday was a pretty unspectacular: I got up, went to work, came home, drove about 100 miles to pick my son up at his grandparents, ate dinner in a small town diner, drove back home and fell into bed. Still there were a lot of nice moments that made for a good day--and one high point. When I got home from work, I was in a hurry when I found a package on the porch from an unfamiliar address in Texas and just ripped it open not remembering that I had signed up for the Summer Sewing Swap organized by Kestrel.
Goodies! It was a kind of birthday fiber festival that only a sewing sister could have put together.
Yup, there are three gorgeous skeins of yarn, enough embroidered fabric to make something exciting, a much needed zipper (because I hate having to go out an buy them), a Jalie pattern and a little surprise.
Thanks Shawnta! Not only do you look amazing in the Thurlow shorts you just made, but you gave me the biggest grin of the day.
Lookie, there is even a sweet Texas-themed thimble!
A couple days later we were on vacation and had some time to really celebrate. My birthday demands are small but challenging to excute. I must have a genoise cake with whipped cream and berries. My husband came through again.
P.S. I is alive and sewing just taking a bit of a break from blogopolis. It seems to be a bit of an epidemic this summer.
The fascinating Ms. Stitch passed one of those bloggy awards to me. (Thanks!) And rather than bore you with 7 more things you didn't know about me, I decided to try this little writing exercise based on Where I'm From.
I am from oatmeal, International Harvester and merthiolate.
I am from rocky river beds, worn smooth by water in summer, bleached by sun and snow in winter.
I am from the the song of the meadowlark, the itch of a burr stuck in my sock.
I am from a mixture of butter and honey spread on hot biscuits,
from Phyllis and Florence.
I'm from getting with the program and shooting the moon.
From always pinning before sewing and not pushing the pencil.
I'm from "Come Lord Jesus" and "We have met the enemy and he is us."
I am from a place where a woman is legendary for sewing a prom dress with only one pin.
From Pig Eye, pot roast, and chokecherries boiled into syrup.
From a scar rubbed with the fat cut off a steak. My fractured skull healed, but I was branded by the expression I awoke to.
I am from hand-knitted baby clothes, yellowed from spit-up and wrapped in tissue; from photo slides randomly drawn from a giant glass pickle jar and held to the light; from a small stack of dress patterns my my mom meant to sew for my sister and I forty years ago.
She keeps the patterns in a drawer, for little girls who never outgrew dresses she never got to making.
I know I should pass the award on, but I 'd rather read some more versions of this poem, yet I know it would be cruel to ask anyone to write a poem. How about this? Give it a try leave a link to your version in the comments. Heck, if you don't have a blog, leave a poem as a comment.