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Monthly Archives: July 2016

Today I pieced out a dress combining these two fabrics:


It was when I took a photo of my partial stash that I noticed how well these work together!

I also started the next stage of this shawl, a Doodler by Stephen West:


This photo is the completion of phase one; a cable begins across the top in stage 2. I got the row-before-cabling set up.

And I went to an Intro to Synths class at S1 Synth Library, which also gives me access to using that library for the next month.


All of these new things at the very beginning stages, and Inothing completed. Now wonder I feel unsettled. This should be better in a couple of days when I can make more tangible progress. 


These are the fabrics that are lingering by my dining table, where I iron and cut my projects. Sewing happens on a much smaller table in my office.


The plum one on top was one of four fabrics I bought in Denverwhile attending the Public Library Association conference. None of them have been used yet.

The seashells print was purchased from a shop of Mississippi Ave in PDX that I think has since vanished. 

The ringspun plaid – subtle, it’s a coffee brown with a inky, could-be-black, could be navy – was from the big fabric store in town, as was the dark denim on the bottom and the graphic map print above the denim. Not pictured: a denim lighter both in shade and weight. I bought five yards of both denims to experiment with, and I’ve made a single-cut dress from the dark denim.

Sandwiched between the map print and the ringspun: a Liberty lawn that reminds me of Gaughin. I cringe slightly at the term “luscious” when it’s applied to textiles. It is appropriate for this print.

So now: what do I do with these, and what’s first? And…. I am stuck. Stacking these for this photo did reveal the delightful, surprising way those plum and seashell fabrics talk to each other, though. 


It was less than a year ago that I embarked on a challenge to make a dress per month. It started with finally finishing a dress I had long struggled with: a Colette Myrtle in a bright abstracted leopard rayon knit. 

Working with rayon knit, especially if you’re new to it, is much like sewing drunk. It will escape your serger. It will laugh at your attempts to sew curved seams at a consistent allowance. It’s a pretty, drapey beast designed to lure you to novice sewing madness. And I was up against that beast, attempting to coax it into an encased waistband.

But I fecking finished it. I was more frustrated with its half-finished state and Myrtle’s occasional turn-me-inside-out-and-stitch-me-in-blind-belief ways. I figured out that a piece of cardboard would provide the temporary stability to get the elastic encased despite the rayon knit’s wiles.

The second I finished that knit dress, I cut another one in a so-gaudy-it’s-good yellow toile. I finished that Myrtle, hoisted it over my head and down my hips… And realized the elastic waist on a twill fabric was the cruelest thing I could do to my figure. I made it vanish. Then I promptly made another Myrtle in an orange twill festooned with ducks.
Myrtle and I have since made up, and frequently spend productive weekends together. Along the way, I’ve put a few other patterns under my belt, and began to develop my own.

I had one of my own patterns on when I got stopped by a woman who wants to develop a clothing line. Am I ready for this? No. But I know what I need to do to get there. And I also know I’m ready to start experimenting with this silk that has haunted me since the first time I laid eyes on it:


I am just *not* a subtle gal.


Tomorrow the domain registration on this humble-by-neglect site renews. And I again take the vow that I will do something, anything, with it.