Hi,
I just wanted to brag about what a sewing maven ("expert" in Yiddish) I
have finally become. Marshall arranged for me to get some silk from India. I wanted to make head scarves and asked for some 'cheap saris'. What I got were five different, very expensive, children's sized saris.... too beautiful (and heavy) to make into scarves so I have to do something else with all this silk. I finished off the last project yesterday in
record time. I can now do French seams in my sleep. The handkerchief
edging is a breeze and my hand beading should be on the run ways in a
Paris fashion show.... am I a blow-heart or what!
Now all I need is a place to wear all this new clothing to.... Indian
silk outfits are not something I can just throw on and to the gym in. I
ended up with 3 tops (2 are the same pattern) a pair of shorts (what am I
going to do with silk short? Boxing of course!) and a wrap around
skirt. Al least I had a project to keep my busy the last couple of
months and by the end of it I was actually enjoying sewing.... something
I never thought I'd hear myself say.
Marshall's gift wasn't just the silk from India, it also was the
re-emergence of my sewing skills. My grandfather was a tailor who taught
me to use a sewing machine when I was about 6 years old. I couldn't
reach the treadle peddle so I would sit in his lap running material
through the needle as he worded the treadle. I heard his voice every
stitch of the way through my projects..... especially when I messed something
up and had to rip it out. I'm really good at ripping out, let me tell
you!
Look out Christian Dior.
xox
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