What's that fairy tale, the one where the work was all undone during the night? Not Rumpelstiltskin, although that's the one that comes to mind. Some other one.
You'd think that, with all this piecing and handwork, I'd now know how to make one of these crazy-quilt jackets from scratch, that I would have learned so much in the process of repairing this one that I could now make another.
To this I would say, "Bullocks." Because I've been reading Chris Cleave again, haven't I?
It is a perfectly lovely "interjection of frustration," but it's also the kind of thing that, if you walk around the house saying it happily to yourself, your significant other will look at you *exactly* the same way he would look at you if you bounded into his study and said, "Honey! Let's go to the mall and get a mani-pedi together, shall we?!" He looks at you as if aliens have someone taken over your body and he's totally flummoxed but doesn't want to do anything to alarm them lest they make your head explode, or suddenly claw their way out of your chest just as if you were a young Sigourney Weaver. No, they didn't do that to her, but they could have! She was in line for it, right? Well, except for being the star and all.
Never mind. I've sort of wandered off the path here, haven't I? My point is: this jacket is taking forEVER, and I'm now determined to finish the mending part this weekend. At least this first round of mending--I'm sure it's going to be a recurring thing until every single piece of silk has been patched over. But I'll get to the ones that are seriously shredded, and then the ones that are on their way, and then--then!--I can go on to the stitching and beading.
Except. Except now I've got these other Ideas for fabric things I want to work on. I even bought the fabric and did some "sketches" (that always makes me snort to myself: me, making sketches. Hooboy.)
So here are photos from this morning. Please wish me luck. In British, if you like~~
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Tut, tut, cheerio! Good luck, old chap!
Zoe, you made both of us laugh out loud. Thank you!
but it's going to be so beautiful! I'm curious how you are getting your patches sized to shape. I did this once for an old quilt.. my first try at applique before I even knew what that was! I just knew I needed to patch the hold from the shredded vintage fabric. I put a piece of aluminum foil on top of the area, pressed down to create the pattern of the area to cover, then cut it out and created a pattern for my fabric! Worked like a charm!
I cut a piece of silk, pin it in place with one pin in the middle, and then work around the edges turning them under and pinning them. A LOT of pins. Then I stitch.
I cut a piece of silk, pin it in place with one pin in the middle, and then work around the edges turning them under and pinning them. A LOT of pins. Then I stitch.
Jolly good, old girl!! (I can say that because I'm older than you)
hee! Why is it that British makes me so happy I giggle? What's that all about?
(Thanks!)
You should have seen me earlier this year when the travel insurance people sent a lovely British doctor over to escort a patient (first class!!) back to England once we had her well enough to fly. He was ever so proper and charming, to say nothing of younger Jeremy Irons handsome and dapper. I was frighteningly weak-kneed and tongue-tied (I am never tongue-tied -ever). He could have asked me to stand on my head and touch my toes and I would have giggled and made an attempt. It was a sorry situation indeed. Oh, and the moral of the story is to buy the travel insurance when you go overseas. They paid for everything! In case that is pertinent. For anyone. It's unlikely to be pertinent for me for a very long time. If ever. Sniff, sob
Do you ever lose interest? I have clothes at various stages and I have to be careful because if I leave it too long I will lose interest, then that is it.
Damn, I lost the little piece of paper where I was writing down your labels. My desk is awash with little pieces of paper...
I am going to put them on a post-it on my computer that way they will be above the sea of paper.
For this post I would suggest: art clothing, refashioning, current projects.
Yup, all three.
Penelope in the Odyssey. On Odysseus's return, disguised as an old beggar, he finds that Penelope has remained faithful. She has devised tricks to delay her suitors, one of which is to pretend to be weaving a burial shroud for Odysseus's elderly father Laertes and claiming that she will choose a suitor when she has finished. Every night for three years, she undoes part of the shroud, until Melantho, one of twelve unfaithful serving women, discovers her chicanery and reveals it to the suitors
Thank you, Rachel. Would you like a part-time job as My Memory? It wouldn't pay, and it would be tedious, and you would gnash your teeth, but I'm guessing you could do it in your sleep and with one hand tied behind your back and while you were winning The Big Bucks on Jeopardy!, all in your spare time, so maybe it might work out?
Tee hee. Oh, my dear, I am still working on having a part time job as my own memory. But happy to assist whenever the occasion arises and the stars are in correct alignment. I dont actually have such a good specific memory, but can parcel together enough hints to get appropriate hits on GOOGLE.
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