Restorative therapy

I am heading into my last week of classes and exams. I have had a good term and great students, but we have pretty much worn each other right out.


So I am lining up some restorative therapy for myself. 


I know some women go to a spa and get wrapped up and steamed when they need restoring.


I did that once with my friend when we were at a convention in Vegas. We went to the day spa at the Hilton and ended up hysterical with the giggles the whole time because we, a couple of girls from Nova Scotia, had traveled all the way to the desert to get wrapped in seaweed. Made complete fools of ourselves in serious company so after we went out and had our fortunes told and then took our good pores out for Japanese food.


Off topic.


OK, some women go to a spa, or buy a nice bottle of wine and light candles. Not doing that because my husband has left me a case of his pretty-good homemade wine. 


And those candles. 


Do you ever wonder about those movies where they are in rooms  or around bathtubs and there are about 400 candles already lit? 


I mean usually it's some beautiful single mother entertaining Matthew McConaughey, and she has put her two year old to bed and she still has time to light all these candles before dinner. 


Or it's Meg Ryan or somebody in a bath recovering from her sleazy husband's affair soaking away in a gorgeous bath with at least 500 candles in different sizes all lit around her bathroom. 


You know just before the day where she shows someone her dress, this old thing I threw together, and they offer her a job as a head designer for Dior. So there sleazy husband.


OK, all I want to know is who lit all those candles? A single mother with a two year old? A woman who 20 minutes ago discovered she is dead broke and there never was pension fund after all? 


How long do you think it takes them to light all those candles? 


Who puts them out? 


Where are they stored between crises or romantic evenings?


Under the sink? I want to know. The back of the linen closet? Down the basement? 


Would you ask Matthew McConaughey to hold the two year old while you went down to the basement and got out all those candles from the shelf next to the Christmas decorations and that wreath that is mostly now only strands of glue gun glue and a few wobbly pine cones?


And don't they worry about fires?


On topic.


So this is why I am not soaking in bath surrounded by candles (and the combination of hot water and my husband's aged a full two week wine is probably not good for my blood pressure) and why I am not at a spa.


So instead I am restoring my soul with what I know will work for me when this week is over. This just arrived from Amazon:

And Saturday I am treating myself to a full day bra-making workshop.


It couldn't get any better than that.

Vogue 1137 Mom's version

Having discovered what a cinch Vogue 1137 was to make I decided to use it for new, warm, housecoat for my Mom. She lives in Winnipeg, Winterpeg to those who were born there like I was, and a place where the police directing traffic used to wear long Buffalo coats, which must have weighed 800 pounds but certainly were warm.

Dressed for warmth in Winnipeg

In fact a famous Winnipegger went down in the Titanic in his Winnipeg Buffalo coat, probably was not the best for staying afloat when wet. Much like the wool bathing suit my own grandmother, also from Winnipeg, made me wear one summer to keep me "warm in the water." When the first wave hit me and I got wet I went down and I could hardly stand up.


That's wool for you, when wet.


Needless to say I went synthetic with my Mom's housecoat and used Polar Fleece. To make it easier for her to get in and out of I put in a long separating zipper. The front of this pattern is sort of overlapped at the front so it looks closed when you wear it, which I like. Just like the bust darts that give this a little shape.


I left off the dramatic cuffs because I thought they might get in her way. I cut the sleeves back a bit to make sure the really narrow part was gone so they are sort of 3/4 length, or 2/3 length, or 1/2 length now. My sister Nancy says if the sleeves turn out to be too short when Mom puts this thing on she will sew something on the bottom for me.


Actually my mother who is very short has been complaining for the past 50 years that all her sleeves are too long.


Be careful what you wish for.


Here it is:

The pockets are parallel I promise. This must be an optical illusion.

On to other Christmas present making - although this is going to be a hard act to follow.

The light at the end of the tunnel has red and green lights on it

I am entering a new season.


My husband left for Tennessee yesterday and will be there until spring, with one week off a month during which he will come here or I will go there. He is astute enough to have integrated some fabric shopping and family visiting into this arrangement so I will be OK.


On the way down he stopped and visited his cousins in Boston on  layover:

As photographed by a young member of the family.


Like nearly every Acadian (French) Nova Scotian family a bunch of them moved to New England at various stages for work, and even a generation or two later all come back to Nova Scotia frequently. The group you see here must come back to Isle Madame off the coast in Cape Breton four or five times a year at least and they were all born in the States. The same is true of my son-in-law's family and every Acadian family I know.


My dogs marked the first night we were batching it by being up every 1 and 1/2 hours to see if anything was new happening in the yard. We have a lot of wet snow and they didn't get a lot of exercise yesterday. I will be running their little paws off today - although they are now exhausted and passed out in the living room.


I have one more week of classes and then a term off where I do nothing by my own thing and work on building some online courses which I can do from my dining room table.


I figure this will be the first time in 24 years that I won't be dragging myself off to work somewhere in the winter. I am really looking forward to having some time to collect my thoughts and remember what I do when I don't have to do for anybody else.


This weekend I am free to sew, mostly finishing up Christmas presents, and having a friend over for dinner tonight where I am going to be serving her the easiest thing I can think of as possible.


BTW on Vogue 1137. I decided to make my mom a version for a housecoat - big pockets and separating zipper up the front, and I hope it works out. The thing with that pattern is that the sleeves are cut quite narrow below the biceps ( you might want to be careful about this and cut them wider for yourself.) I have tried it on about a fifty times and tried to recall how wide her arms are.


Off I go for a third coffee and to do some dog glaring.

Vogue 1137

Here it is, a quick version of Vogue 1137. Pardon the lack of baseboards in the background, all part of the process. 


And I have my arm in the air as part of my very clever sleeve display strategy.


OK, so how did I get here?


Every holiday folks show up in the morning before I am organized, or I sit around and do that present thing and later look at the pictures and think I didn't look completely or even partially organized in the old robe with jammies hanging out.


So I decided I needed to get more elegant. Only problem of course being that neither I nor my life are elegant, and I don't really have a lot of sewing time right now.


Enter Vogue 1137.


The issue before last Vogue Pattern magazine did a neat version of this pattern morphed by a clever staffer into a coat. Really clever, it also featured a skirt made out of a vintage apron pattern, which I can guarantee you is not an idea I would have ever thought of.


Anyway. I have been looking for a coat pattern that grabs me for a couple of seasons now-trouble is I have worn enough winter coats by now to have a picture in my mind of what I want, but am not seeing that same picture in the pattern books - so I had the idea that maybe I too could morph this pattern into an acceptable coat.


But as a coat uses up a lot of good expensive fabric I decided to make a muslinish out of something, and figured I could use some nice cotton velour I had hanging around, in a much richer blue than this picture shows, and kill two birds with one stone.


This is my verdict.


I like it.


I mean the sleeves are cut-on so there is not a lot of sewing, I used the collar as is (but left out the pockets because I ran out of fabric), lengthened it to accommodate tall me, and wacked in an invisible zipper down the centre front. The pattern is for no closures so this worked out fine without alterations.


I interfaced the cuffs and am currently under the delusion that the cuff detail lifts this velour housecoat into elegant territory. It certainly looks better than what I wore under the tree last year.


Will I make a winter coat out of this pattern?


No probably not.


The sleeves are a little narrow and the collar pretty close, great for a housecoat but not roomy enough for an overcoat,  but my "muslin" is useful enough for me not to care.

Flypaper thoughts

• Finished my housecoaty thing.
• I have a beautiful slip stitch.
• Who decided cover-it-all loungers had to go out and unwrapping robes with bulky ties that make you look pregnant even when you are post menopausal had to come in?
• I saw snow out my own window yesterday.
• It melted but I know it is waiting.
• Miss Scarlett told me I was a good girl.
• Don't you think Demi Moore has to be happy she no longer has try to be younger than she really is any more?
• She seems to have to come up with a new boob size for every man.
• That's got to wear on you.
• One month and a bit to Christmas.
• Does anyone bake anymore?
• Are there any old guys still left who eat fruit cake?
• You don't think it was the fruit cake do you?
• I am going to spend the next two weeks when the marking is done making home made presents.
• I am going to spend the two weeks after that trying to find somethings I can buy that are the value of home made presents.
• I have to find my Temptations Christmas CD somewhere.
• I am getting myself the movie channel the minute that man leaves the house.
• I think I am going to make a shocking pink velour lounger with a zipper up the front.
• So there.
• I think Demi should have one too.
• Anyone have a recipe for cinnamon rolls that won't kill you. Whole wheat maybe?
• If I am going to be making my own coffee in the a.m. for a bit there's going to be good self-care.
• Particularly once it snows.

Love in Canada

Here is what a loving mate in this part of the world says before they head off to the South for most of the winter:


"I'll miss you too, but guess what?"


"I got you a new snow shovel. Ergonomic, look at the handle on that sucker."


Back to marking.

Still here

I want you to know I will be back to blogging and sewing when the dust settles around here. 


The end of term paper marking crunch with the attendant meetings with amazed students who say things like "But I always got 90s without doing any work in high school" or "This mark has had a serious impact on my positive attitude to life".


And of course great work from most students. But it still all has to be marked.


Lots of life going around too. My last kid at home is getting ready to go out of province to a new job just after Christmas, little Heidi was down at Emerg with breathing problems after a cold (fine now) and my daughter's dog is now blind in one eye with a detached lens after a collision with a ball.


I have been caught up in classes so my husband has stepped in as usual to help everyone out. Helped son buy a truck, went over and walked the baby, and took Miss Scarlett to work with him two mornings this week to give my daughter a break.


Miss S was a big hit apparently in the Materials Lab and had quite a good time too at the courthouse where Poppa had to go for some business. And he has been cooking and bringing me dinner so I could mark.


Are you interested in this at all? Never sure if these details are totally boring or not, but feel if I am not sewing or posting I should let you know why, those of you who have been kind enough to follow this blog.


I really appreciate my husband. You see I didn't find him and marry him until I was 48 - with enough life experience to understand it's the quiet ones you have to watch. He has been so good for us.


Also I am feeling particularly appreciative because yes he is going away to Tennessee again this winter - although with a much improved schedule of three weeks away one week off. Some of those weeks off will be at home, the week before Christmas thank god and a week in January when we are moving his mom into the city to an apartment near us. Other trips will involve me on routes that will take me close to my NYC son and the garment district.


I have to tell you that negotiating a settlement for another winter apart was fairly time intensive - I was fine once I reorganized the whole idea in my head as "three weeks to sew without interruption followed by one week of fabric shopping."


It's all how you look at it, and how you can get it arranged in your mind.


I had a funny conversation too with my mother this week who was doing her annual round up called "How everybody turned out" which she does as a warm up to her annual outrageous Christmas letter - you know the one that forgets one person every year or explains her position on same sex marriage.


After reviewing everyone's lives she said to me that despite the challenges I have had on and of in my life like everyone else, she has never worried about me. I found this statement, from a professional worrier, interesting so I asked her why.


"Because you sew," she said. "You can always cheer yourself up."


Well how about that?