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I am a mother, a new grandmother, and a teacher. But whatever happens in my life, I keep sewing. I have worked as a political communicator and now as a teacher in my formal life. I have also written extensively on sewing. I have been a frequent contributor and contributing editor of Threads magazine and I write a monthly humour/sewing column for the Australian magazine Dressmaking with Stitches. My first book Sew.. the garment-making book of knowledge will be published in May 2018 and is available for pre-order from Amazonhttps://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=barbara+emodi&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Abarbara+emodi

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Sunday, August 11, 2013

Sewing on the edges

We have had a busy week around here, getting the bed rest routine down, and doing details like feeding three dogs in sequence, as well as the regular work and other family stuff.

I have slipped in some sewing related activities but nothing real heavy duty as those sorts of things were being done elsewhere.

First I have to say I can't imagine what a nuisance life has to be if you don't sew.

One particularly warm night I found myself wrapped up in a knit nightie around my neck. When I got up I said screw this and went down to the sewing room and made two minimalist nightgowns from 100% cotton seersucker left over from that delusional white shirt project. 

Minimalist means I serged the whole thing and the only decoration is a bit of baby rick rack around the neckline.

You absolutely can't buy exactly this. I don't know why. I am reminded that one of my sisters ordered in some $50 or something "menopause" nightgowns that were supposed to keep you cool. These babies cost me nothing except my time spend rooting around in my piles of fabric to find this seersucker.

Since I have made them I have been sleeping like a baby.

Must be the rick rack.

Here is a shot on one on a bush which is my version of an arty bit of photography:


I just adapted a summer dress pattern which is why this has bust darts, not a usual nightgown detail.

And yes I know this looks like something they issue you when they take away your shoelaces and sharp objects, or like something from a Swedish film where there are subtitles and more angst then should be fit into any one life, you know before the character in this nightgown is told to go back to her room and continue to go mad.

So if you overlook the part that this is a highly institutional little garment it is mighty cool in the literal sense, so I am just moving on.

In my time slivers I have also been doing some sewing room organization.

I am always impressed by the organized sewing room shots, you know the ones that look better than your living room at home and are about as disorganized as the instrument tray at the dentist's office.

Suffice it to say that my sewing room, although a large and even partially drywalled room in my basement, doesn't exactly look like that.

However organizing a sewing room is fun in a 14 year old boy cleaning their room sort of way - you know you pull something out and then spend 20 minutes fooling around with it until you go to the next item. I mean this isn't exactly top speed cleaning or organizing.

So as evidence that not all sewing rooms are marvels of decor here are some corners of mine.

My dear husband, the not finishing drywall one, put up some peg board a while ago for me. The plan was to go to Home Depot and get little hooks and be a new me.

That was fine for a while but the hooks turned out to be too expensive, about $20 for five, particularly if you translated the dollars into fabric.

However this month I discovered a retail display store and they had big long hooks that were perfect for serger thread for less than 20 cents each and these bicycle basket things that are perfect if you are pretty messy for tossing in odd spools of sewing thread, for $5.00 each.

So here are some shots of all that on the pegboard:




Finally in the back corner, furthest from my sewing machine, I have neatly folded all the mending projects that hopeful men in my family have brought down for me to fix:


I have no intentions of ever touching anything on this shelf. 

And yes that is a Tennessee Vols sweatshirt with the broken zipper. My husband has been back from Tennessee for nearly a year and a half now.