Please let me first explain that I am still making stuff, just not blogging about it. So many completed things and yet photos? Hmm… so that is one thing to resolve this year: reinvigorate the process of documenting and posting while projects are still fresh and I am still excited about them. I’ve just been a little distracted, is all, and there may have been a few too many encounters with the overlocker which meant that any enthusiasm I had for a project quickly dissolved when the thread broke and the garment became a CHORE. I say goodbye to the overlocker this week when my friend Imogen returns from her wanderings, and I am quite happy to see the back of him, thank you very much. (And that feeling of dread when something goes wrong with a borrowed item and the first thought is ‘Oh no! Have I broken it?’) I will be sticking to pinking shears for the foreseeable future.
In other news, my original borrowed item, Louis’ cousins’ Bernina, is now working like a dream after her trip back to the repair man who made her clunky as all hell on her first visit. She hummmms like a real machine, stitches evenly and doesn’t break the needle or the thread. Now to ruin all that when I fiddle about trying to sew with elastic thread to finish that dress I started years ago… I think it will make a nice birthday present for Louis’ sister. That’s partly the reason I stopped it, that it was going to end up too small. The other factor was that it was just SO MUCH WORK smocking with the machine. But my labour of 2007 means that I am half way there already.
Meanwhile, the Beach Store bought a couple more of my books, and have an excellent photo of them on their blog.
Other projects to complete are a coat for Rata for the future (age three perhaps) in some wool weave threaded with silver lurex. I’ve cut out the pattern on the left there, the little grey one. Oh, Waitara opshops, thank you for the many contributions you have made to my life!
There’s enough fabric left over for me to make a skirt, too, though I can’t bear to think of it when the weather is hot and my sewing room is like a large oven. But that will change in a few days as we are moving back to Paekakariki! And our house is so big I have my very own room for sewing, complete with ghastly 70’s wallpaper and all-day sun. The wallpaper was the ticket to securing the room for my own needs – one could never do real work in there, like lesson planning and actual thinking, so Louis gets the spare bedroom for his study. And the landlords say I can put anything I like on the walls, so my mum’s nice shelves will be re-borrowed and screwed to the walls once again. Photos to come, no doubt.
But before that we have the joys and sneezes of packing up the house and shifting… current status: that awkward lull where you’ve run out of non-vital items to pack, and have nothing to do because all your play-things are in boxes. And we don’t know exactly when we’ll be shifting as the movers are all on holiday until a day or two after we take over the lease. So… twiddling of thumbs…
But was I going to make some new years resolutions to counter old habits? Yes. I’m going to try to conquer all those recipes I failed last year (brandy snaps, choux pastry…), be a super efficient home economist, borrow my step-mother’s copy of the Moosewood Cookbook, grow veges again, paint Rata’s dollhouse, win this auction and become an excellent casual staff member* at my favourite shoe shop without breaking the bank coveting everything they sell. And that, readers, will hopefully ensure that 2011 walks all over the cesspit that was 2010. Though looking through my years’ work on this blog, I see that creatively I have kicked some arse. But in all other aspects of my life this year: FAIL. So, goodbye to that.
*Yes, I got a job!