I had a WONDERFUL day today!
BFF and I went to a sewing class. With a very brilliant teacher. Felicity knows SO much about industry techniques for production sewing, and sewing couture… my mind was in OVERDRIVE! (Fortunately I can read my own scribbled notes, since as we know, my memory is rather dodgy…)
Two important mantras I MUST repeat, especially when sewing samples:
- IT’S ONLY FABRIC and
- IT’S SEWING, not MICROSURGERY.
My perfectionist tendencies need to be on a tight leash in class time. In fact, next time I don’t think I should take my seam ripper with me at all. Hmmm. Does it really matter if somethings out by a milimetre or two on a sample? GET OVER IT!
I really loved the structure of the day – we got to ask questions, veer off into things that weren’t necessarily in the plan, and learned even more on those side excursions. I’m feeling much more confident and enthusiastic about tackling shirts again. Yippee!!
And it was funny to see someone else press – I am have been waaaaaaay too timid about really leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaning on the iron. No more – when Felicity says PRESS, she ain’t kidding!
I even liked sewing on Baby Pfaff. She’s not at smooth as The Goddess Pfaffalina, and sounds a bit clunkier at first – but she does everything I ask of her with no complaining.
And spending time with BFF is sooooo good for one’s mental health. Should be more of it.
I resisted buying any fabric (good girl, woof!) but did succumb at long lsat to the luxury of my very own Point Presser /Tailor Clapper. Ahhhh! If you’re not a dressmaking enthusiast, you’ll probably be wondering why on earth I’m so excited about this gadget.
If you DO sew, and you don’t have one of these – GET ONE. It will improve your sewing immensely.
After all that and a lovely (unexpected!)catch-up with friend C at lunch, and wind-down with Sue over tea and chat, I had the best email EVER arrive in my inbox. A friend I hadn’t been in touch with for ages – (isn’t it awful that the only time we are in touch with important people in our lives is when there’s a funeral? That needs fixing) – wrote in reply to a recent snail mail sympathy card I’d sent.
All the store bought cards were a) expensive b) TACKY or c) both. So I made a card using tools from the art cupboards (Fiskars embosser, if you must know – hey, I never claimed to be a purist!) and wrote about my favourite memories of the person. Turns out this was the right thing to do – far far better than any pre-printed guff from an anonymous card company. It was so wonderful to know that what I’d written meant something more.
NOTE TO SELF: Make more time to do this stuff!!
And now, the cuppa tea cake is nearly ready; I have a brand new roll of pattern paper, and a sleeve to alter.