i had thought there was, but now i cannot find, a post by the selfish seamstress where she describes the wonders of a sewing weekend free of her fiancee and any other obligations that basically ended up like this: “Usually I start off in sweats which can be easily tugged off if I need to try on my masterpiece in progress, and eventually this just turns into me sewing in my underwear.”
that was pretty much me this weekend, although i did get (and stay) dressed– if by dressed you count not changing out of the t-shirt i slept in and putting on jeans instead of sweatpants.
being not of a christmas-y persuasion, i instead spent the weekend lighting a menorah and hoarding sewing time. seriously. i (almost) resented going to the giants game with my dad because it cut out an entire day of sewing from my three-day weekend.
by christmas morning, however, just about the time all of the good gentile boys and girls were opening up goodies from santa, i was ready to do battle. i threaded my kenmore and two featherweights and had the day’s tasks lined up and ready to go.
full posts to come this week as i complete my end-of-the-year UFO parade, but i made them up basically straight out of the envelope, keeping the micro-mini on 1247 (i have decent legs for closer-to-30-than-20 if i do say so myself) but lengthening it on v1229. (even decent legs have to draw a limit at some point).
also sneaking in: some machine padstitching, which i had never tried before, and a 1930s number i started in the euphoria of my fabric haul from london and somehow never finished.
all in all, i worked on:
- a blouse
- a skirt
- two dresses
- a cape
in one twelve-hour period.
that’s totally normal, right? (also normal: doing nothing but sitting on the couch on monday, recovering from all of that sewing)