Hyyge collection: depression era sewing

 It's been a bit of a busy week but ended well.

Last Friday Daisy had a cancer removed from on her belly. Yesterday the vet called to say the results came back from the biopsy. It looks like it was low grade and they got it all with margins. This was much better news than we expected. I wonder if this whole covid thing has put it us all in an expect the worst mentality?

It's funny what behaviours are coming to the surface these days.

For myself one thing I have felt drawn to is making the most of what I have. Maybe being more homebound (Nova Scotia has been more or less covid free all summer, expect for a few quarantined travellers) in the sense I can't leave the "Atlantic bubble" and go see family, has me looking harder at what I have hoarded just where I am.

For what am I saving so much fabric? If I don't use it now, then when?

I have also been aware that I am short of warmer spending-the-winter-in-the-house type clothes. So I have decided to go on a little tear on tops.

I am again using Jalie's Romy, sort of an almost bat wing sleeve raglan, because the sizes of the individual raglan components are smaller than a regular top with a large front and back. I thought this would make it easier for me to fit in some actual garments from odd shaped left over fabric.

There is a shorter and a tunic version for this top but I decided not to do the longer view, what I would usually do being tall. It looked pretty fitted to me and my stomach and backside are not areas I tend to like really fitted.

So here is what I did, randomly, with whatever fell off my shelves. First off is some stripe from Joann's I bought for some reason. It was this garment and the process of trying to wiggle out some stripe matching that produced my no stripes need to be matched during the pandemic policy. Included is an action shot because on me action involves talking.

Next up is what I made with some random ribbed knit and less than a meter of boiled wool. My warm dog walking sweater:

And finally some leftover cotton velour, another cozy top:

I feel pretty good with these tops. Definitely I like having made something out of nothing, which in some ways is what all sewing is.

Before I go though I would like to dedicate this post to my grandmother, a prairie Depression era housewife. She was a woman who would wrap up and save a quarter of a leftover pancake, and once nearly had a heart attack when she saw me unwind the wrong colour old thread from a bobbin and throw it out. 

"That's good thread you are wasting!" she scolded me.

I think she would have approved of these tops. But it is a good thing she can't see what's still on my shelves.