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I am really a stress case right now–can’t sleep, can’t work, can’t do much of anything other than take stressed-out naps on the couch to try to forget about it all. My recent bouts of procrastination and denial have mostly involved my sewing machine, as well as a lot of time reading online tutorials for various sewing projects that I’d like to do once this whole exam thing is over. I plan on a glorious recovery period this September and I want to make a quilt. I’ve collected quilts for years–I read novels about them–I love them–but I’ve never made one.
I’m not really that accomplished at sewing, but I am pretty accomplished at obsessing over details until they nearly drive me mad, and I think that might make for a good quilt (if not, necessarily, a good quilting experience). Don’t worry, I’m looking at very simple plans involving rectangles and machine quilting in straight lines. But I’m learning to not worry so much about the little things that usually haunt me, as the current state of my house attests. I wanted to post a picture of the pillowcases I made the other day–euro shams, actually, from a thrifted piece of floral fabric that I love because of how it clashes with my bedroom–but I finally killed the battery on Ricky’s camera and can only locate my charger. My camera and his charger have apparently run off together. But I’m pretty proud of that project, because I used some random online tutorial rather than a pattern and had to do the whole thing in a more freehand way than any of the sewing I used to do. They’re not perfect–I had to use a remnant of stretchy white poplin for the back panel that refused to lay flat and, lacking an iron, the seams aren’t terribly straight, but I don’t care. They’re on my bed rather than in a to-do pile like everything else these days, and I like them.
I can’t remember the last time I sewed anything. I’ve reattached some buttons and hemmed (rather inexpertly) several pairs of jeans over the last few years—-mended holes in sweaters and snags in t-shirts (the perils of having cats)—-but I probably haven’t really made anything since before I went to college. My high school, being stuck in the 1950’s, was big on home-ec classes, as well as etiquette dinners, dance cards, and that 7-Up punch with rainbow sherbet. But I learned how to sew long before that, from my mother, who used to make the most fantastic Halloween costumes. From a technical standpoint, the white corduroy rabbit suit with pink satin ears is probably more impressive, but I have to admire the sparkly purple octopus for the mere fact that my mother cut, sewed, turned out, and stuffed eight tentacles with polyfil while she was working on her master’s degree. Of course, I had no idea at the time just how close those tentacles had come to driving my mother mad, but I hope it will comfort her somewhat to know that I’m planning on wearing it again for Halloween at age 26.
So here I am, plunging into sewing projects in the midst the most terrifying test ever–9 days of it, starting tomorrow. I’ll see you on the other side… and then I’m going to try to find my fabric shears, my pins, and my rotary cutter.
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