Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Great response back from Bootstrap

Hi folks. Excellent answer back from Bootstrap on the Vado jeans photo, now posted in comments in preceeding post. Since these folks are a start up I am definitely going to be seeing a pair of their jeans as soon as I source materials. Stay tuned.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Mom jeans patterns

I have been working on finding a pattern for the jeans I am looking for.

Bootstrap patterns has a nice one here but I did notice, in all three of the Vado patterns illustrated that the jeans pictured were, I am pretty sure, RTW. You can see the label inserted in the right side seams if you look. This makes me hesitate. I mean if you were selling a jeans pattern wouldn't you use your own sample?

Am I wrong on this detail?

I also emailed Chloe at Stylearc, since there crotch curve is so excellent and she seemed interested. Watch that space.

Finally I was surprised and pleased to see this pattern from Butterick in my inbox today with a sale notice. Have never made Vogue pants with great success but I have some time on the picnic table for the next month and I have a power outlet on the side of the RV. Might be time to experiment before I go home to my busy life:



Stay tuned.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Mom jeans

A while ago I tried on a pair of Gap "boyfriend jeans" as a lark at a consignment store and it turned out I loved them. True the waist was very low, no place where my real life boyfriend wears his jeans I can tell you, but after years now of narrow, skinny, stretch fabric pants, they just felt comfy, even with a belt to keep them on my hips.

Here is a picture taken in the wind outside the RV looking like something someone would wear outside an RV in the wind I know, but this is an educational blog not a style one (obviously) but I wanted to share the leg shape and for you to imagine how comfortable they are.

I really have no shame at all, in addition to no chic either some days:



For a while now, even though I have Jalie's much lauded Eleanor jeans on the table at home to cut out, I have been feeling myself getting sick of the whole tight bottom, long loose top to cover the tight bottom uniform.

I'm feeling ready for a change.

So with the experience of my campground boyfriend jeans behind me I was most interested to read in the Huffington Post this week that Mom jeans, or at least a version of these, is back. Since I have a mom body more than a skinny one, as illustrated, I found this a pretty interesting development.

What I would like now is a pattern for these so I can customize them to my older mom body, as in adding a few inches to the waist.

I can't find a pattern out there yet but I have high hopes for Stylearc who do have that crotch curve that fits me perfectly.

What would be great would be something like this, Mom but updated. Much like myself actually:


Now if they bring back curled up bangs and giant button earrings we will be all set.

Now tell me.

Who else out there is ready for Mom jeans?

Friday, February 5, 2016

Memories

I have lots of posts in my head, and garments to talk about, and in the middle of settling in here in St. Augustine, selling the old rv in storage here and unpacking it too, I have been trying to find the time.

Instead of doing long posts, that's not going to happen, I am just going to catch up with short ones in the meantime.

How's that for a practical plan?

First one is about memories.

Miss Daisy came from a puppy mill somewhere in the backwoods of South Carolina, that's all I know. 

She spent the first two years of her life there until the puppy mill was busted by the police and she was one of the dogs in such bad shape she was slated for euthanasia. The folks who rescued her, S.A.F.E. here in St. Augustine, have a mandate to rescue dogs who are in that position and would otherwise be put down. When her puppy mill was in the news and the ladies here got in their bus and went and collected her and some other puppy mill moms.

As you know a few months later we adopted Daisy from them.

Daisy has since gone on to be very healthy, spunky, and fun. She just isn't that dog anymore.

Then on the way down here we stopped the RV for a few days at a golf course in rural South Carolina.  We had a great time, such beautiful, beautiful country.

Daisy didn't see it the way we did.

She went out for her first walk and sniffed the air and sat down and started to think. For two days she wouldn't eat and wouldn't go outside the RV much. Who knows what the wind told her, or what went on in her head those days.

I wanted to say to her that those days are past and they won't be coming back again her in life again. But you can't explain that to a dog, or some people too I guess.

How do you say it is over?

And what about the memories that are over and you are not sure if you are good with that.

I have been struggling with this a bit in my own life at home, in my house.

In my case the memories are not like Daisy's, they are good ones.

I have one sister who is very pro on the whole decluttering organizing thing. Last summer she went through my sewing room and bagged a bunch of my random stuff and restored order ( I got a lot of it out of the bags after she left I admit that). She also went around my house and showed me how to arrange things so they looked better. It was very helpful.

One thing she said to me that really struck, was that I was a very sentimental person. I was very surprised by this. I don't see myself this way.

I think it was the pairs of everyone's baby shoes on my dresser and the elementary school picture fridge magnets of  children who are now in their 30s that might have given me away.

I am one of those mothers who keeps everything if it came from a kid. 

Everything. 

How can I put it away? 

I try. 

My daughter, with some idea that clear surfaces are a good thing, made me remove my 25 family pictures from the mantle and start a more organized picture wall along my long hallway. This is a good idea, even if it means part of my house is like one of those restaurants where the walls are covered with a million autographed pictures and there are clear plastic sheets over the tablecloths.

I am good with that.

Now when I leave the bathroom the first thing I see is the picture taken of my middle son on the day his sister had her first day at school and I exactly want to see that.

But really how do you do this, handle the memories in the middle of the present?

I know women and books on organizing that say keep just one thing representing everything else.

What does this mean?

Put away the mask my daughter made of a plaster cast of her own face in grade three?

Listen. 

I am not a hoarder. 

You can walk across my rooms without tripping. No one is going to ever find cats under a pile of magazines in my house. I throw away everything from every job when it is over. My shoes are completely turned over every few years.

But how exactly do you put away the evidence of the best years of your life, when you actually have only one life?

Not saying that the present and those grown kids are not exactly just they way you want them now, but sometimes, admit it, you can think to yourself and not tell anyone, you know this is good but really I was in the zone, my zone, when I was doing that.

But do I want to be like the woman in a book I just read, an old woman visited in a room stuffed with mementoes? Do I want to been seen like that?

Of course not.

But where do I put the Lego pirate owned by the boy who will always be a bit of a pirate at heart? Away in a box?

So tell me how you store your own memories?

How do you hold on to what you need to and let go of what you need to?

Daisy and I would sort of like to know.







Thursday, January 28, 2016

RV specifics


Since a few of you have asked, here is a picture of our RV with some details thoughts, flypaper style, on what I have learned about this new experience so far:


  • It is like living on a boat
  • Ship shape is not just a concept but a way of not losing your mind, or your pyjamas 
  • Can anyone tell me where I put my flowered PJs?
  • They were in my hand and then they weren't
  • If you wash your hair in water that still has the anti-freeze in it your hairstyle does't look so good
  • It will however have quite a fruity smell
  • Trader Joe's has the best frozen dinners if you are feeling Thai at a rest stop
  • It is nice to be snug with your own gear including the three vinegars you need and almond milk
  • If you don't snap the flusher back right it is possible to flood most of an RV between say exit 76 and exit 77
  • Camping World has free water and dumping
  • Dumping becomes something you get really interested in
  • Even if you are not a 14 year old boy
  • If you decide at the top of the Smokey mountains that the roads might be icy and there are too many trucks on the road you can pull into the Flying J truck stops
  • There the same trucks move over and you can stay all night, welcomed
  • One of those weird things you do and decide between you never to tell the kids
  • You can join a club that lets you stay at country clubs overnight if you golf
  • Guess who is writing this from the parking lot of a golf course in North Carolina?
  • Wonderful place for dog walking
  • Tupperware makes a microwave spaghetti maker that does al dente in less than one bottle of water
  • I can mark assignments on the road, strapped in and with my feet up
  • I feel like I am living in a tree house
  • I feel about eight years old
  • With fruity hair

On the road again

I am writing this from a rest stop in Virginia. We are headed to Knoxville and tomorrow to Georgia and eventually to Florida.

It turns out this travelling in an RV thing, something we have never done before, works out just fine for us. 

My husband was more or less a nervous wreck (he didn't show it and wouldn't admit it) when we first set out as this is all new to us and there is a lot of technology, pumps, pipes, hoses, gauges etc. he is pre-occpied with but really everything has been fine so far. Personally I like having all my own stuff right with me and being able to eat proper meals at the nice roadside stops they have in this part of the country and walk Daisy and look at the cows.

Hauling stuff in and out of hotels when you are trying to do point A to point B is just about as fun as it sounds. This is so much better and more comfortable. Plus I can reach all my projects easily and avoid those mega gas station stops with all the weary people and all the popcorn chicken and fries that are cold by the time you get back to the car.

We are staying off the main highways, toodling along and realizing how much you miss on the I-95.

Of course we had a bit of a delay waiting for the storm to pass, and this made me have to cancel my visit into New York to see my son and daughter-in-law, but will catch them later.

In the end I took good advice and left all my UFOs at home. I have decided to fool around this trip and probably use the time to try out some Indie patterns. I have a printer here and a bit of random fabric and many of the Indies are fairly simple patterns suitable for small space sewing. My intention is to be totally honest (an advantage to being just a blip in the blogosphere) and if I find an Indie that I don't think works, find another one that is similar that does.

So that's it.

For a while here there will be experimental test activities without any real purpose apart from being interesting to me.

So watch for completely unrelated posts on my thoughts on sewing in general, generational sewing differences, sewing culture development and, of course, Indie patterns.

If anyone out there would like me to try, or share thoughts on, any particular Indie pattern let me know.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Flypaper fly by


  • Have done some sewing but no time to blog
  • Leave for 2.5 months in Florida day after tomorrow
  • Packing the RV in the driveway and continuing what passes for normal life
  • Question
  • Should I take UFOs or new stuff to make?
  • Some of those UFOs have at least 5,000 miles on them already
  • There and back and the sleeves still not in
  • Never under estimate the power of a good garment
  • True story here
  • Last weekend my 88 year old mother was woken up in the middle of the night
  • Woman at the door was battered and said the Hell's Angels were after her
  • What did my mother do?
  • Exactly what any good Christian with not a brain in her head would
  • Let her in, called the police, and called the woman's mother
  • Her mother would want to know
  • All ended well by the time the cruisers left
  • Apart from the nearly giving my sisters and I a stroke when we heard this
  • Why, why did you do this mom?
  • Don't you watch the news?
  • "I knew she was not a bad person" said my mother.
  • "How could you possible tell that?" I asked
  • "She was wearing a good coat," said my mother
  • I forgot to ask what the fabric was
  • And you wonder where I got it from
  • My youngest is still on tour in Peru
  • And everyone thinks I wake up at night and can't get back to sleep because of my age
  • Actually it's their age
  • Big snowstorm forecast for when we drive into Boston and when I was planning to see my kids in NYC
  • There would have to be one big pile of snow before I drive past New York without a site visit
  • I think they might be afraid of that
  • My own grandmother was a Winnipeg snowshoe champ in her day
  • If you have ever stood on Portage and seen the police in buffalo coats you know that is no joke
  • That woman was riding around in the bus in nylons, a mink coat, zip up overshoes and a plastic rain hat at -50 into her early 90s
  • The insulating value of a good tight perm and button earrings
  • I have decided to redefine my own style
  • That's as far as I've got so far
  • Some of the ladies in the sewing guild are brave
  • Inspired me to try arty
  • First time
  • Made Cutting's Easy, ageless and cool pants
  • Magnificent instructions
  • Not sure that I have not produced what my dad would have called Whoopee pants
  • When I slow down enough for pictures you can tell me
  • BTW best sewn item of 2015 was a sleeping mask
  • Makes the difference between sleeping like a rock and like a skipping stone
  • Think of Miss Daisy and I driving down in an RV full of unfinished projects towards the sun
  • Will have time then to post of the journey
  • Now back to packing