Needle Book

 

This is very self explanatory. I needed a swift and tiny one. It is very slapped together.

The fabric is leftover silvercloth that I bought a yard of, and I still have a lot of it. A yard of a tool fabric goes a very long way.

Why on earth after 60 plus years on this earth do I NEED one?

I pin safety pins to the inside of my coat and my purse, mostly to make alterations that people hand me (or mark them for myself) and I go through a lot of safety pins. Also, it's nice to have a couple of needles on hand.

The goal is to have a couple threaded needles (with the thread wound around the needle after it's inserted in the fabric 'page') ready to go.

Slapped a piece of heavy interfacing on the back for structure.

I could have put a piece of cardboard in-between two pieces of the fabric.

Next time.

No One Sees Themselves As The Villain In Their Own Story

 

Wanda does the perp walk into Westview

This is what I wear to work. This is a down cardigan. The mask and scarf change, the rest does not

I have been writing this post for months, with this same title all along. Watching Wandavision, and it's twisty tale of 'who is the villain here?' and overwhelming grief shoved me into finishing it. Since then, it's taken me weeks of debate about posting it.

2020 stank for everyone. I don't think that's putting too fine a point on that issue. There are times when one part of the world is down, the other up, or when one group is visited by catastrophe and others rally to help them. This pandemic year, everyone has been struck, everyone has had something awful befall them, and collectively we as a species have watched each other burn and rejoiced. It is horrifying.

Yesterday the spouse and I starting planning the divorce. I'm going to need some time to work on that. I'm not planning on not writing, but I know I won't hit the once a week goal I've been aiming at.

This is a blog about sewing.  This is not a post about sewing. 
I am not sewing much besides more masks and pants because I eat my feelings and I need bigger pants.
Luckily, I can sew myself bigger pants. 
I don't have a lot to say about the relationship for public consumption. 38 years is a very long time to be with one person and not stay together for the old part.
I don't know the way out of this situation except through.  I am doing my best to keep my physical and mental head above water, but it's hard and I am so very sad. Something died and there was no funeral. Mourning is never easy no matter when or where you are and the harder you try to hurry it along, the worse it gets. 

I am not Wanda Maximoff, but if I could have built myself a functioning fantasy world to salve my pain, I damn well would have. And apparently for many years, I fooled myself into thinking mine was real.
But it's like the title says. For someone, I am the villain. 

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Adding this, for those without D+

https://youtu.be/mkOBDOAg_1c?t=567

Amanda sums it up nicely from this point in the video

Girl stuff i don't know how to do: Sleevy Shawl

Things I cannot do:

 High heels

Makeup

Scarves

 I'm looking at this pattern and thinking the reason why it doesn't work for me is that I'm not a shawl or scarf wearer. If I were accomplished or even familiar with wearing a shawl, the one sleeved shawl would make sense and I could make it work. I could put it on and make it stay.

How do you people do that?

https://www.decadesofstyle.com/collections/1950s-sewing-patterns/products/5006-1950s-stole

I have every sewing ambition there is or can be.

More aspirational than accomplished I think; the title slapdash sewist was already taken.

I spend a lot of time making little models and thinking about shapes.

And after seeing Julie's Jet Set Sewing version, 

https://jetsetsewing.com/2018/03/25/oscars-report-get-a-snack-its-a-long-post-and-daniel-day-lewis-sewing-blog/

I wanted to play with this.

This is an issue. It is important, and appreciated.

I am not giving anything away by showing you this picture. As with most vintage patterns, the pieces mean nothing. Look at the photos: it's a sleeve with wrapping parts and a secret pocket.

The instructions are the gold.

And we are going to remind you, in a different typeface: don't make the mistakes your forebears did on Pattern Review. 

There was a tissue fit with the full size piece. It was....I'm short. 

The sleeve was the height of my torso.

It's a midriff baring wrap for her. 

It's an entire torso and change for me.

I'm really short apparently, because what's left is HALF the size.

There are no finished photos. It turned into something entirely different, because it was huge and I just can't throw that one end over my shoulder to the back and THEN bring that other end to the front.

There might have been a bit of ripping.

Maybe.

(there was a lot)