Watermelon season is finally here.
Tomato season has been here a couple of weeks, although just barely. Despite the heat, it has not been a good season for tomatoes. I wonder if that has something to do with the incredible amounts of rain.
Watermelon season is finally here.
Of course, when my sewing time is reduced to dream-time, I am all the more easily seduced by the lure of a pattern sale. Actually I had been looking at the Vogue pattern site since my magazine came on the weekend, and have been adding things in and out of the cart depending on the time of day, my mood, and probably the amount of cloud cover in the sky.
And it looks like something to savor slowly:
I did not realize until late yesterday afternoon that the photo on my last post was indicative of the degree of incoherence that would be found in my prose. When I read my own post the next day, with the attention of posting again, my first urge was to do so serious editing. Then I felt that I should really just delete the whole thing and start over. But I hate to do that. Better to walk away. Better to leave it up with a pointed reminder to myself: “don’t do this” or “the dangers of writing on the verge of exhaustion”.
Here I am looking tired, still setting up the new computer and running the old computer on the cutting table. It is taking longer than I had hoped, not that I should be surprised at this point in my life, although the task is not so much difficult as time consuming, especially as I want to sort through stuff as I transfer. Computers, like houses tend to fill with stuff.
I have actually finished altering the skirt. It took less than an hour, as anticipated, although that hour was spread out over several days. As I result I did not update you about progress and accomplishments either simply because the available time came down to doing something, no matter how minute, or writing about it. Doing won.
I made it in 2006 and it has been one of my favorite summer skirts ever since. I made the sweater too so together they make one of my favorite outfits. No comments on sweater fit allowed, this sweater has seen many years of expansion and reduction and it is till in my closet. That is enough.
But it is the skirt I am writing about today.
Since I made that skirt I have lost some weight, mostly through the rib cage and waist with the result that the skirt is currently about 3 1/2 inches too big in the waist and it falls down on my hips.
This means that the length also falls to about mid calf, not the most flattering place. It has been like this for about a month, but lazy me, I figured with heels I could get away with it, and I just didn’t want to be bothered.
But if the skirt falls low on the hip, the sweater shown in this photo becomes too short. As I approach my 50th birthday it seems that having a bit of tummy peeking out between my skirt and my top is not a desirable look.
And the extra length on my legs makes my already short legs look shorter and the long torso look even longer. Not a particularly flattering look. What is the point of being tall if you still look like you have short dumpy legs?
This particular image was brought home to me on Monday, when I decided to wear this skirt with a new pair of shoes I had just picked up on sale for a really, really good price.
I love, love, love these wine patent flats. Yes, I said flats. Loaboutin flats. They look really cute with the above skirt, if I hike the skirt up to just below my bra so that it actually hangs at the right length.
I wore the skirt anyway on Monday, and when I got home, I resolved to fix it. After a skirt that is a flattering length will good look with flats and heels. So I took the waistband off, resolving to alter the skirt. I don’t want to take it in at the side seams because I don’t want to redo the zipper. There are twelve pleats in this skirt so it will be easy just to make each pleat just a tad deeper, thereby shrinking the skirt through the waist and high hip, but maintaining that nice billowy fullness through the body, which looks good still.
It took me over an hour to get the waistband taken apart without ripping the lining though. It has been sitting at my sewing table ever since. Tuesday there was no time. Wednesday I hoped to get to it but I needed to work on something that was easily interrupted and not in my sewing room, so knitting won the project war.
Today, it is not likely. I will be out from around 1PM until after 10, and I am already stealing time from my to-do list to post this.
Perhaps this weekend. Although I also have to take down the current computer and set up a new one, transfer all the data, and convert a few things to run on new programs. It ***should not*** take all that long. But you never know.
And by the way, it strikes me as really, really funny, that right after I write a comment on Gigi’s Blog stating that I don’t like wearing peep-toe shoes because I won’t wear hose with them and I don’t like the feeling of all that leather around my feet without hose (sandals and canvas shoes are no problem), I go out and buy a pair of peep-toe patent leather shoes and wear them all day for a couple of days without hose and love them. I guess even I can be knocked out of my fuddy-duddy ideas.
Go figure. Never say never.
OK, I sewed napkins last week. And I spent some time avoiding sewing. I really need to break this habit.
I also spent some time moving piles of things around the sewing room so I can work. I really can’t work like this, that much I know. I want to finish the sewing room. I got it 3/4 done a few years ago, life took a couple of sharp turns and I never finished. I did let things pile up waiting until I finished.
I have been working on the piles though. They have been greatly reduced and moved out of the way and sorted in ways that I can work on them a little bit each day and finish, probably even before fall (yeah!!)
I also needed some shelves. I had planed to put a narrow shelf above the ironing board, and above the window for little used items, but never did. The shelves I originally wanted don’t seem to be available anymore, and I didn’t want to spend time dealing with making something just right. So I found something that worked and they arrived Friday.
The high shelves are for a few pressing tools that I don’t use every day, but still need to have around for those times when they are needed. I also have a few other things used for specific tasks that aren’t regular day-to-day projects.
I wanted shelves that had invisible mounts because I don’t really have room to put brackets up on the top and still room to put things on the shelves due to the window frames. To get the length I had to put up a series of short shelves. Someday, when I am feeling ambitious and have nothing better to do, I might make a custom sized shelf and just drill the holes to use these brackets, now that I have them.
On the far right the white roll on the top, way up by the beam is a piece of PVC plumbing pipe that I use when felting. Below it, on the shelf is a roll of “soil separator paper” that I got once for trying pattern alterations and muslins. I learned that I prefer actual muslin because I can’t see the marks on this stuff, but there are times, when I am making multiple copies of something to work out a detail, that it is convenient, so I am keeping it around.
Here’s the south wall showing the shelves above and below the window. The blurry white thing on top is my flash reflecting off the soil separator paper. The shelf above the ironing board is narrow (4 inches) and just perfect for holding the things I use all the time. The sleeve board is hidden in a slot right behind the cutting table next to the iron, easily reachable but out of sight..
Now all my sewing tools are off the floor, where I was always tripping over them, and some things that were piled up on a bookshelf are properly stowed so I can get the books off the shelf. I am running out of excuses for not sewing. This is good.
But to make sure I do something I am going to have to give a regular accounting. If I feel I have to write, I will also feel I have to have something to write about, rather than just the random musings in my head.
All is very quiet. Life is very slow in some ways. You would think if life seemed to be moving very slowly that I would get more and more done. This is not the case. The slower things seem to move the less gets done.
I finished two more books:
They wee both interesting and entertaining to read. They were both though t provoking, but I really don’t have anything to say about either one. I suppose that is bad, to just plow through the books without coming to some conclusion or thinking about the content. But I do think about the content, I am just not feeling particularly communicative at the moment.
This means that I have now read more books than I did in all of 2006 (but not 2007 yet). 29 books in the first six months of the year. They were not all good books, but even so it is a good start. After a period of restlessness I seem to be regaining my hold on those things that interest me. I am not yet where I want to be, time-wise and interest-wise, but I feel I am making progress.
Perhaps I need some of that Mormon industriousness (although not the fanaticism). Of course not all Mormons are fanatics, or consider themselves to be fanatics.
Perhaps what was most interesting was reading these two books simultaneously as the world’s and world-views they address are so strongly opposed.
I've been suffering from Restless Mind Syndrome of late and so the sewing got put on hold for a bit. Everything is still on the queue but the schedule has been shifted around. The external bits of my life have been a bit chaotic of late, and although I don't think of myself as being particularly regulated in my interior life, I cannot really settle down into a more creative mindset with too much is out of order.
I realize of course that any kind of creative activity needs to be practiced regularly, and I think that has been my goal. I don't want to run into the sewing room, lock the door, and finish a bunch of stuff in a rush then have to walk away for an extended period of time. I want to make regular sewing time. And I have come to accept that I am the kind of person who cannot really shut the door on the external part of my life and ignore it completely. There has to a certain orderliness to the structure of life so that I can feel free to explore the inner creative instinct. I am constantly trying to regulate that outer need for structure, with that inner more intuitive bit that my sewing taps into.
So I am trying to expand the time devoted to creative pursuits. I am knitting regularly, every day, and have been petty productive, even though some projects have been ripped. But it wasn't really until the latter half of last week that I began finding daily time in the sewing room and it frankly has not been enough. Still, the fact that I am there is good, and eventually this slow trickle will expand into a bigger stream.
What I have been doing has not been particularly blog-worthy, however. I need clothes to wear now. And so I have been involved in some of the more boring chores that sometimes fall on those of us who can wield a needle and thread, namely mending and alterations. I have taken in several things that were too large to wear. If I were reconfiguring or refashioning something interesting, like a Chanel Jacket or a beautiful garment, I would share the process. But taking in tees so they don't hang, taking up baggy summer pants and other uninspiring tasks do not make for thrilling reading. And I suppose none of this is creative, but it is practical experience, and it is a joy just to make something work.
Of course there was the day I spent my daily hour cursing under my breath at a stack of J Crew tees that had all come undone where the neck band joins the body of the shirt. They had not been worn that heavily, it was purely sloppy workmanship, and it really annoyed me. Each top took less than a minute to serge back together. But it took substantially longer than that to re-thread the serger with different colors of thread between shirts. I should have known better. I have complained about this company's merchandise before so I should have known better. But I fell in love with certain colors in a flattering style that is long enough that my tummy doesn't show above the tops of my Jeans.
It might be easy to buy tees, but not so easy, apparently, to by perfect tees. All the more reason to spend more time in that sewing room.