the tough get out their Goldhawk Road knits and get cutting — using, of course, the pattern weights made a while back.
I’ve always fancied this project. Between a white long sleeve Gap top that had to be worn with something over it anyway due to it being so thin
and a recent donation to the cause by Himself I had everything I needed.
What I am NOT sure of
is how I want to do my stitching. Machine seems the more sturdy way
but the rustic look has something going for it. Perhaps a double row of stitching?
But not today, or not until later at best. Mushroom spawn to plant — or throw on the compost mix waiting in four window boxes in the bottom of the greenhouse — and packing to do.
I’ll let Dorothea wear it for me until it settles down. It makes ME look a little ‘hippy’ (as in accentuates my Irish-Slovak hips) and of course I’d been of the mindset that it would be more ‘hi-low’ so it certainly isn’t done yet. I have a half a skirt that can become part of the top/dress so that must be taken into account. Once I try it on with some jeans/pants/skirts I should have a better sense of how to proceed.
In the meantime, garden duties call before tomorrow’s expected rain.
Dorothea is not standing for any more of my garden/decorating/getting ready for a romantic getaway with Himself excuses. She also wants to know what possessed me to buy this last fall
when I was shopping with Her Who Bore Me. Mom knows I look good in dark teal ’cause she does and I WAS wearing a somewhat similar top whilst we were out. Oh well. She had a card to that store, a token/coupon and I had cash I could hand her to use both. I explained both to Dorothea and she seemed somewhat satisfied with the answer, but also reminded me that I haven’t had it long enough to be sentimental.
(I think I’ve worn it twice, but I am in enough trouble for putting sewing and refashioning so low on my list these days so did not offer that information to my much neglected double).
The lower half and the lang bell cuffs had to go: and quick.
I cut the seams of all three off-cuts, which left me with
four bits. I cut up the center right through the cowl neck of the much shortened sweater
and look! Those two larger bits fit just perfect along the new neck and front edges!
Well, perfect once I
hemmed the edges that used to be the seams. A couple rows of zig zag on the other unfinished edges neatened it all up to Dorothea’s and my satisfaction. The cuffs will make nice fingerless mitts
but that has to wait while I get back to sorting out the garden before we head away.
Sorry. Dorothea would like for me to clarify. I meant ‘get back to the Laura Ashley dress makeover’.
Gosh but she is a hard taskmaster. I’ve even had to promise to wear this to the Dolphins/Pats game….
Quite exciting game. Can’t see the losers ending the season with the coach or Q-back feeling secure about their jobs though. Both were 0-3 so somebody had to win, eh?
I like going to games where I don’t have to back my team but can rather clap and shout for whatever team makes a good play. We two Pats fans (me in my pink Sox cap, Himself in his number 12 jersey) sat amidst the two playing teams’ fans, some Amsterdam Admiral-jacketed lads, a Packer fan to my immediate left and (sigh) a Jets fan. Oh well. Takes all sorts.
While waiting in the line/queue for women’s security, two lovely Steeler fans commented on the size of the backpack of the Vikings fan in front of them. It clearly (pun intended) broke the new NFL rules on size and opacity. They politely asked her if she knew of the new NFL regulations (a slip with those very rules was included in your ticket pack, and any foreign players’ fan group who booked blocks of tickets would have had the same information) and she snapped back — English clearly not her first language — that she always carried a bag that size to games. These two gals, really only trying to be polite, showed her their tiny clutches and said those and the clear 12’’/6’’/12’’ approved bags bags (a woman in the next line, hearing this, held up her official bag) were all she could take in. This rude woman showed them her back.
To diffuse the tension, I informed the girls — and anyone carrying the proper bags within earshot — that I’d received a T-master email a week or so before the game with some very confusing info about the ‘Olympic’ rules being in place for bags plus the fact that the tickets and info sent out were in English and any foreigners who come to these games might not have the grasp of the language or bothered to read the slip or consult the NFL site for further clarification as needed.
After going through the turnstiles, everyone was ‘wanded’ and if you had a bag, you moved to the side to have it checked. Cursory glances were being made by the Wembley staff and the woman with the backpack simply walked by the bag check table. No security person made a move to stop her.
Since Himself was in a longer boy line, I watched as woman after woman — and man after man — was let through with decidedly out of bounds bags. Big messenger bags for some of the boys, along with plastic carrier bags of food and tins too.
I’d gone with giving Himself my wallet and half a blister pack of some tablets I am currently taking to put in the zip pockets of his golf kagool. Frankly, not having to look after a bag was kind of nice. I might very well keep to that plan for the next two NFL games we’ll see this season. (Or I’ll just spring for one of the regulation totes at the game end of this month. Himself has said he’s buying me a Vince top. I said only if it comes in pink. Poor guy).
What I WILL be doing later today is writing the NFL about Wembley’s casual disregard for the new rules. We aren’t going to the second of the International Series so I won’t be able to see if they crack down; however, we must consider a). the inherent British unwillingness to make a fuss over anything, b). language barriers and c). the fact there are a lot of part-time, filling space people who work these games and they probably were not informed of the NFL rules — or simply didn’t care to implement them (see ‘a’).
Himself flew back up to work Monday morning dead early but I stayed to meet up with a very old friend and — a bit later in the day — a most delightful new one. I was in the market for knits for travel clothes and went with a very targeted list:
My pal of many years Mrs. J. took charge in her posh voice and asked as we entered each shop where knits and jerseys could be found — I think she wanted to make sure two ‘tourists’ were not taken advantage of! Mrs. N and I are serious International Women of Mystery (as we headed for our respective lines to get us back to where we needed to be we discussed how much we liked the very well laid out and sensible Tokyo underground) so that amused us both to no end. Mrs. N is a knitter but she outbought me on fabric by a country mile! Well, she also quilts and sews.
Like any of us do ONE thing.
(Separated at birth, we two: she brought a quilt over in her luggage for the people whose flat she and her husband borrowed so had plenty of room for fabric for the trip back. IWOMs are know for their practical packing abilities).
I bought at Universal, Fabric World and Toni but we also stopped in to Classic, A-One, Fabric House, Alanaka Textiles and A-Z. I’d go back to just about any one. We were greeted in some way at every shop, there were some kind of silly lines (‘looking costs nothing on Mondays’/‘four per metre, but 3.99 for you’ being my two favorite) and the prices were quite good compared to what one would pay in the city centre. Prices were rarely displayed, but asking costs you nothing.
I had three tops, a dress and a twin set on my list and got everything I wanted except for one of the top patterns. I’d hoped to find more print knits, but strips and spots prevailed and of the few prints Mrs. N. spotted for me at one of the last shops, none went with the fabric I bought or had in The Stash. ‘Course, with the craft room studio in its current messy state, there’s work in there to tackle before I can get back to sewing.
I’m usually in the old stomping grounds with Himself on the weekends but not all Goldhawk shops are open on a Saturday so I need to do further research on who opens when. Must make all (okay: most) of those before I buy more fabric.
Next trip won’t be nearly as fun without Mrs. J. and Mrs. N though….
despite the fact I could use you three times this year (in three different time zones, two different countries).
I bought this wee teetey purse for the hardware last year to use for a bag I made for our around the world trip for our 20th anniversary. It was cheaper than buying the actual hardware. The ‘leftover’ bag came to mind when I read the NFL’s ridiculous restrictions on the size of women’s handbags. I figured I could add a long strap and that would be it sorted.
The rules read: 11cm by 16cm. This bag is 15cm wide by about 12.2 cm high. Unless the security staff have rulers I’d think it would pass.
My wallet doesn’t fit into that space. I don’t have a mobile. I don’t need my reading glasses. I don’t need to put anything else in a bag this tiny on Sunday.
Once again, the law-abiding citizens of the world are being punished for the actions of a handful. I should be able to bring what I want to a game — so long as it isn’t a danger to me or those around me.
With a 50% or more chance of rain for the Steelers/Vikings game on Sunday, my time would be better spent adding pockets to the lining of my raincoat that would actually hold what I want or perhaps I should dig out some clear plastic and make a 30cm x 15cm x 30cm bag.
Himself is wearing his golf kagool, which is loaded with pockets. Think I’ll just commandeer some of those.
That’d be Qantas. Why? When you ask the first class flight attendants to ‘Oh, just call me IWOM’ — they do!
‘Want to have some more of the Sauvignon Blanc IWOM or want to give this Chardonnay a go?’.
Ye gods but the good people on BA, AA and Cathay flights would rather jump out at 37,000 feet than do that.
Well, in my experience anyway. In all my years of flying I have written over a dozen letters to airlines in the hopes that my positive comments about a particularly great staff member are recognised somehow. Half of those were for economy flights. I’ve never felt the need to write one for any other reason than to praise these folk.
Anyhow, I like these sleep suits best ’cause they are nice and thin and 100 percent cotton. I washed them first as they do shrink a fair amount. Plan A was to make a fitted pair of leggings with this set…and leave the top for later. However, I picked up several pair of leggings in the late summer sales for far less than it would cost to buy decent knit fabric, so changed my mind.
If you’ve seen the Wobisobi tutorial for the draped top T refashion, I’ve more or less done the same thing but instead of a second T, I used the legs of the bottoms, which did have an elastic waist before I took the above shot.
I like kangaroos.
Just not on my clothes.
Besides, you know I am not a ‘brand girl’.
An aside: Himself wonders about the fake, um…boy placket on these.
It is not…’functional’.
Which makes it, decorative?
I cut the legs apart at the crotch and then took out the inseam
and laid them flat so I could line up the cut sedge of the top like so:
I decided to trim off the top part of the opened-out legs instead of grading them along the edges into a nice smooth shape.
Um. Just sew those bits to the edges and that’s it. I do recommend the Wobisobi link above for more detail. I was doing this while we were catching up on Mad Men so there are slight gaps in the photo essay! Our girl over there has nice line drawings as well. I’m not lazy: I just see no reason to recreate a good step by!
And THAT’S going on my gravestone. It’s as good as anything.
These sleep suits are much thinner than the BA one so will drape a lot better on you. Mind, this is just for swanning about while ‘eating scones you baked and drinking endless pots of Earl Grey’.
Ah, being a housewife. One of the last groups you can discriminate against without fear of the law. Can you believe somebody said this to me not too long ago? Pfff. Give me my nice quiet life with Himself any day over her overly packed stressful-by-choice life.
On which I would never dream of commenting.
I have this sudden urge to make one of my copy cat Starbucks scones recipes. That will take me longer than the top did!
Well, too gosh darn (language honey chile’!) bad. Today is being seized whether it likes it or not. I’ve let a bunch of part-dones pile up while I’ve been clearing and sorting the craft room. Himself made an early start to this week’s competition at his club so it was a good morning to get seizen’.
I suppose this stuff belongs over on the craft blog but it has been a while since I’ve put anything here (busy helping Eddie with the Refashion Co-op revamps) and since they are my blogs, I can do as I like!
How many things in life can you say that about?
I can’t number the times I have kicked the hard cover of my sewing machine, knocked over the hard cover of my sewing machine or just not known where to PUT the hard cover of my sewing machine. Naturally I need it when transporting the sewing machine, but given the last time it went anywhere was the airplane ride it took four years ago from Hong Kong back to my craft room. We had a certain amount shipping by air — which would be less than a week — and the rest by sea (six weeks at best), so I made sure to make sure I would not be without my machine by putting it in the pile for the air.
Now a cover is just to keep off the dust, so a quick fabric version was all I really needed for the Janome Memory Craft 3500.
Aren’t I a clever girl? Looks like I fussed with piping on one end
instead of some judicious cutting of this pink and cream fabric with a twist cord along the stripes.
Dorothea has a little pin cushion where her head should be. I started using it recently and decided I quite like the convenience of having pins so close.
Okay. I knocked a jar of pins off the ironing board.
Then another off the large table with the machine.
And off the coffee table/N-gauge layout when I was doing handwork one night.
Adapting the hair curler pattern from Life With Monkey was the very definition of ‘doddle’.
I used a velcro scrap for easy-on and easy-off. I ma find something more cute to make, but this will do for now.
From the beginning , Himself and I have kept 1s, 2s, and 5s in a jar. We must have got a half dozen of these
useless decorative things for wedding presents. Back in the old days a bagged full jar was used on some some sort of treat — really good chocolate or once matinees movie tickets that were a mere three giraffes each.
No popcorn. Those were the before popcorn-at-the-flicks days.
We’ve kept up the practice, but it does take longer to fill the rose bowl — mostly because we use cards on anything possible for air miles and hotel reward points. Credit card companies lose out on us: each is paid in full every month. That’s life married on a guy in the financial sector — and who continues to wonder why I don’t just buy stuff when I need/want it.
Well. You don’t marry a guy thinking you are going to change him.
You did? Well, are’t you just the biggest chucklehead?
I really got nuthin’ for you, so best get back to the pattern weights.
This is the charming and elegant Sashiko’s triangle pattern, but a little bigger. Be Henry Ford here: cut (and interface if your fabric is too thin), stitch, then put them in your evening handwork basket to turn, fill (30x1s, 5x2s) then stitch closed.
Sheeting seemed a good choice: this scrap was of a heavy enough weight that I did not bother with interfacing. I’ve been using this dress, bit by bit starting at the hem, for the times I need to do mock ups so had a variety of bits from which to cut my triangles.
I made a baker’s dozen at this size. I might use the original size pattern to make a few more, but that can wait (geddit?) for a rainy day.
Let’s start with the premise that everyone admires the cleverness of a Katwise swoat , if not the coats themselves.
We branch off on an assortment of paths, including those who would never wear something that must weigh a ton/makes you look like an elf/parts you from a (most justifiably) large heap of your dough.
If you can nab one. Talk about a damn clever marketing plan. Respect.
There’s the folk that watch the video in the above link and scurry out to thrift/charity/op shops and start rumaging for sweaters. Just check the Pins on that.
Then there’s me, who churns around lots of theory in her head and spits out only some in actuality. Gettin’ crowded in there.
Yes, I am thinking about the denim fish bag and its latest incarnation, which is not yet available for viewing.
YOU WILL BE FUN PROJECTS YOU T SCRAPS YOU.
Yeah. About that. I’ve, uh, been on a bit of a clothes buying bender. A recent day in the city where Himself and I spent our first year of married life while he finished his first law degree saw me return from it with new shoes , a heap of new Ts, a navy leather bag, two pair of linen trousers, two pair of jeans, a jeans jacket, a fabulous knit dress perfect for travelling (I’ll probably copy it at some point) and assorted socks and undergarments. I think the last time I did something like that is when I was single — in fact I know it was.
We aren’t counting the one or two outlet splurges Himself and I have when we are in Sin City or the wilds of upstate NY, where it is mostly Himself who gets things from the designer outlets in one fell swoop as he dislikes shopping and prefers to get it over with ASAP — and at a bargain price. This was a shopping alone, wearing down the numbers on the card for me alone. Have not done that since tying the knot…not that I could afford to the first five or so years.
Like the rambling shoe story in the link, it wasn’t any deep psychological issue. (The folks who do this EVERY day no matter what their income level probably need quite a bit of help though). I’ve had a massive clear out of my own clothes, the clothes destined to refashion and my fabric boxes and I knew what gaps needed to be filled with store-bought. Everything I got goes with at least three things I already have or will have once they are made or refashioned.
And, naturally, each and every item was on sale (the two pair of Laura Ashley linen trousers coming in at 81% off the original price: only one pair needs hemming). Himself only slightly raised an eyebrow when I unloaded the boot/trunk when we got home that day and I firmly believe the eyebrow action was more for me BUYING non-outlet clothes vs. so many clothes and/or the cost. No raised eyebrow(s) at all when I stuffed the wad of receipts in his receipts to be processed drawer. Never will be, but having said that, he’s never got why I make stuff now that ‘you don’t have to’.
Men. Non-sewers. What are we gonna do with them? Can they be helped or shall we just move on?
Yes. We will get back to my knit scraps.
Does the Anthro twist top work with more than one color? Actually, no. Not unless you want to look like an extra in the Trek series of your choosing.
I’ve always liked this (just the top, not the skirt part) but had to ask myself: ‘where would you wear it?’. At the moment, no where, but you only need strips of knit so we’ll leave this for the next tropical trip. We don’t do tropical in this country.
It’s time to think outside the knit fabric scraps box.
I wear this a lot in the mornings when I need to throw on something to help get Himself out the door for quarter to seven. It can still be on hours later if I’ve decided to drink pots of tea and read in the sunroom instead of doing whatever it is I was planning for the morning.
(My, what an awfully large number of links you have this morning, Missus!).
Katwise, meet my knit fabric stash.
I chose not to show my step by as you can a). buy the swoat tutorial for a very reasonable price or b). just use that very first link provided in this post to go to a speedy You Tube walk through by the artist herself.
I’ll just say that I do not yet have a serger yet but a slightly longer stitch and a plain ol’ 14 needle did the job during the couple hours it took to make the top. Since you are most likely linked out I won’t bother with the four or so that would bring you to the original projects — suffice to say I was tired of them or they did not get enough wear. As for the scraps of the scraps, I probably have enough for a second top. Might make one for Mom.
I reserve the right to add a wee bit more on the bottom edge but I think I should wear it for a bit.
So I cut the inseam of a somewhat beyond worth fixin’ pair of jeans, shaped it into a sort of hi/lo style, added a lower section in the back made of two legs (kinda like the skirt I made here , which is based on one from the little square blue book) then added another triangle of denim at the front.
No step-by pix as I was just mucking around and didn’t expect it to come out like it did. Sorry ‘bout that. These things happen. I don’t show you everything I make. Some things are for Himself’s eyes only.
I could just stuff it in the latest charity shop bag. I suspect it is a bit young for your friendly neighbourhood IWOM.
(‘Too young’ is when YOU decide it is too young — and not a minute before).
I decided to see what I could do with it first — and it was raining and I couldn’t get out to weed so why not make it a Charlton Heston double bill: Omega Man AND Soyloent Green. Plus, a pitcher of this was ready.
Can life get any better?
The plain white T from this re-f seemed like it had a little more life. New scoop neck, more lettuce (haven’t done that technique in a while) for the sleeves as well as the neckline and it did. Re-f’d accessories continue the theme:
Belt refashioned ages ago: an unbraided charity shop belt plus a resin disc and large beads from one of my old haunts in Sham Shui Po.
We are still undecided.
We’ll just leave it here on Dorothea for a bit.