Now there's an idea.
The answer to that is that I am increasingly stressed by all the things that stand between me and my sewing room. It makes me feel who I am, OK? Keep me too detached from that and I have to walk around feeling like I am stuck in someone else's skin and life. How can that be good for anyone? It isn't for me.
Now I love to teach, but need to get it down to something a little more balanced. That's on its way.
I also admit to being a bit anxious about a couple of contacts this week from former employers. Since a lot of my former life was involved with getting folks through crises, this is never a good thing. I have a couple of meetings upcoming and am rehearsing what I will say. Sorry but I'm going to be babysitting Miss Scarlett. Sorry but my students are funnier than you are. Sorry but I am back going to sewing guild meetings. Sorry but I need to sew.
I actually like these people, but I have things to do. I might even write a sewing booklet. I am not sure many politicians would understand that.
Maybe they just want to say hi.
Onto what I am doing.
Thirty years ago I had my first baby.
I needed maternity clothes and at that time when you got pregnant you had to start dressing like a baby. Stuff with duckies on it. I am not kidding.
In desperation I looked for simple patterns with A shapes and made those up.
In my vintage pattern collection my wonderful neighbour gave me I found my favourite of these patterns. To me this is all part of some karma thing I am going through where I am returning to myself. Here it is:
Last night I decided to make a short of housecoat thing from it, for wearing when my husband comes home and hopefully makes me coffees and nice breakfasts. That's my plan. When the marking is done.
I used some very weird cotton that I got from Fabricmart, which has provided me with some real character pieces over the years, added a freehand mandarin collar, and a zipper down the front.
Just call me Doris.
Here we go: