3 Weeks

Three weeks from today I will be in San Francisco sewing.

Or

Three weeks from today I will be Knoxville Tennessee doing grandmother duty.

Hopefully I will get to do both and they will sort themselves out accordingly.

How has summer passed so quickly?  There are many things that should have been sewn by now.  They are all stacked, none to neatly, on the end of my cutting table:

First, I need to make that crib set that I have promised.  It must be done before the baby comes so that moves to the top of the list.  Then the other sewing, tops and skirts perhaps, then pattern work. 

Second I need to sew clothes that fit me now.  They don’t have to be fancy clothes, they just need to fit the body that exists at the time they are sewn.

I don’t even know what clothes I have to wear in San Francisco.  My summer clothes are all too big (big smile) and I don’t know what fits among the fall things and the things from last summer.  Some might fit, others might still be too small. 

I got myself into this boat, being depressed and stressed and fat.  Now I have dealt with depressed and stressed but the rest of it is remains a work in progress.  I had hoped to be back to the weight I sported last time I was in San Francisco, but that might not happen. Of course two weekends revolving around music and food did not hasten the weight loss.  The freshly made ice cream and steak frites with Aioli were worth every calorie.  At least I did not backslide.

I’ve always taken nice tailored separates and suits to San Francisco, kind of classic American sportswear, my kind of wardrobe, but this year I might be reduced to chinos and tees.  Chinos and tees will be all that are needed in Knoxville, while I cook and do laundry and rock a a new baby.  Chinos and tees are all I need here while I watch the men on power equipment and with shovels and saws climbing over my house.  Chinos and tees would work in the sewing room.  I can probably rustle up a dress or two for those wonderful dinners out in San Francisco restaurants, the other high point of my trip. I suspect a few simple pants and tops are perfect transitional weight-loss garments.  How boring.  How necessary.

As to what I will work on when I am there, who knows.  Perhaps I will work on one of my coat projects.  But perhaps they, like other epic projects, are best put off til later. The pattern alterations made for the "spring coat" are already too big and so the pattern needs to be re-altered.  Perhaps it is foolish to make a coat too far before it is to be worn.

Perhaps I will just sew things to wear right away, perhaps even while I am at sewing week.  This depends on the state of my fall closet and at this point I have no idea how my fall closet and I will mesh.

It looks like there is a lot to do in the next three weeks.