Okay, so I know I dropped off the face of the Earth without so much as a "smell ya later." What can I say? Sometimes life gives you lemons, sometimes it gives you lemonade and sometimes it punches you square in the face. I had a couple of face-punching years and blogging was last on my long list of priorities.
I lost my mother very suddenly a year ago. One day I was talking to her about inconsequential things and a week later I had to make the decision to remove her from life support. Maybe someday I'll elaborate on how it all happened, but right now it still feels raw.
I also had a total hysterectomy with bilateral salpingo-oophorectomy, after I was diagnosed with two large (ultimately) benign uterine tumours. Although, I could have had only the tumours removed, I opted to lose all the plumbing since there is a history of uterine, cervical and ovarian cancer in my family. Although I was totally on board with having the surgery, and I now feel better than I have in many years, the recuperation is difficult. Even though it's been almost six months, I'm still dealing with swelling, some discomfort and the difficulty of getting back into shape. But, I will persevere.
So, over the last three years, there was not a lot of sewing going on in the HZC household. Lately, however, I have been feeling the old creative desires reemerging and I have been spending time in my sewing room. I hope to show the fruits of my labours in the near future. So, stay tuned...
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29 August 2012
Perfection
There is an interesting thread running on Artisan's Square right now that piqued my interest. Here is an excerpt of jem's original post:
"...After seeing some of the garments displayed on this site, I am both motivated and discouraged. Your work seems like absolute perfection. I don't think I have ever sewn an item that is absolutely perfect. There always seems to be one little thing out of kilter. I get really annoyed with myself and can't understand why I can't sew with perfection. I am not a new sewer either. My work is decent and my non sewing friends are in total awe of the fact that I make my own clothes, but I still feel that after all this time sewing I shouldn't have to do these little tweaks to the garments. Am I being too hard on myself? Do any of you have this thought process, or is it just me?"
This makes me want to sit down with jem and have a good heart to heart.
A Matter of Perspective
When I was new to sewing (at the age of 17 in early 1988), I was absolutely fearless. The first real garment that I sewed was a prom dress. I was either too naive or too stupid to know that sewing a prom dress was probably not the typical first project. However, despite my lack of experience, I sewed that dress, I wore that dress and I was pretty damned proud of that dress. I though it was absolutely perfect. Well, I still have that dress and I can tell you, it was not perfect. I won't go into a laundry list of problems with it, but suffice it to say that, although I did an amazing job for a beginner, I can do much better now.
I guess it's just a matter of perspective. For the skills I possessed at the time, I did an excellent job. But now, through study, experience and a healthy dose of common sense (attained through simply getting older), I am a better seamstress than I was 24 years ago. So, I submit that perfection is a matter of perspective, related to our age, our life experiences and our own personal standards.
Our Own Worst Critics
Why are so many of us always so hard on ourselves? And why is self reproach such a female thing? Believe me, I know that men aren't immune to self doubt, but it seems more ingrained in women. Not to mention, the desire to compare ourselves to other women. "If only I was as ______ as her" can be a common refrain for many women (how we fill in the blank may vary, but the general idea is the same). Unfortunately, this attitude can undermine and weaken us.
Comparing yourself to another seamstress is a recipe for disaster. Wanting to improve your skills is laudable, putting yourself down is not. For me, sewing is a revelation, a salvation, a blessing and a joy - it makes me sad to think that someone would feel even a tiny bit bad about herself because of sewing.
In the Eye of the Beholder
Like many things in life, perfection is defined by each individual - no two people will describe perfection in the same way. I often cringe at the hours (days, months, years) that are spent by some seamstresses trying to get a "perfectly" fitting pair of pants. All wrinkles and smile lines must.be.eliminated or else. For them, that is perfection. For me, it is an exercise in insanity. But, as they say, to each her own. What I might call a perfect pair of pants (or jacket or dress or...) may not be acceptable to someone else...and that's okay. We all have our own guidelines (which are likely to morph and shift as we go on in our lives) that we live within.
I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I feel for jem. I really do believe she is being far too tough on herself and I truly hope that she learns to cut herself some slack. I'm willing to bet that her garments are far more fabulous than she realizes.
"...After seeing some of the garments displayed on this site, I am both motivated and discouraged. Your work seems like absolute perfection. I don't think I have ever sewn an item that is absolutely perfect. There always seems to be one little thing out of kilter. I get really annoyed with myself and can't understand why I can't sew with perfection. I am not a new sewer either. My work is decent and my non sewing friends are in total awe of the fact that I make my own clothes, but I still feel that after all this time sewing I shouldn't have to do these little tweaks to the garments. Am I being too hard on myself? Do any of you have this thought process, or is it just me?"
This makes me want to sit down with jem and have a good heart to heart.
A Matter of Perspective
When I was new to sewing (at the age of 17 in early 1988), I was absolutely fearless. The first real garment that I sewed was a prom dress. I was either too naive or too stupid to know that sewing a prom dress was probably not the typical first project. However, despite my lack of experience, I sewed that dress, I wore that dress and I was pretty damned proud of that dress. I though it was absolutely perfect. Well, I still have that dress and I can tell you, it was not perfect. I won't go into a laundry list of problems with it, but suffice it to say that, although I did an amazing job for a beginner, I can do much better now.
I guess it's just a matter of perspective. For the skills I possessed at the time, I did an excellent job. But now, through study, experience and a healthy dose of common sense (attained through simply getting older), I am a better seamstress than I was 24 years ago. So, I submit that perfection is a matter of perspective, related to our age, our life experiences and our own personal standards.
Our Own Worst Critics
Why are so many of us always so hard on ourselves? And why is self reproach such a female thing? Believe me, I know that men aren't immune to self doubt, but it seems more ingrained in women. Not to mention, the desire to compare ourselves to other women. "If only I was as ______ as her" can be a common refrain for many women (how we fill in the blank may vary, but the general idea is the same). Unfortunately, this attitude can undermine and weaken us.
Comparing yourself to another seamstress is a recipe for disaster. Wanting to improve your skills is laudable, putting yourself down is not. For me, sewing is a revelation, a salvation, a blessing and a joy - it makes me sad to think that someone would feel even a tiny bit bad about herself because of sewing.
In the Eye of the Beholder
Like many things in life, perfection is defined by each individual - no two people will describe perfection in the same way. I often cringe at the hours (days, months, years) that are spent by some seamstresses trying to get a "perfectly" fitting pair of pants. All wrinkles and smile lines must.be.eliminated or else. For them, that is perfection. For me, it is an exercise in insanity. But, as they say, to each her own. What I might call a perfect pair of pants (or jacket or dress or...) may not be acceptable to someone else...and that's okay. We all have our own guidelines (which are likely to morph and shift as we go on in our lives) that we live within.
I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I feel for jem. I really do believe she is being far too tough on herself and I truly hope that she learns to cut herself some slack. I'm willing to bet that her garments are far more fabulous than she realizes.
27 August 2012
SWAP, SWAP, SWAPing Along
Where have I been for a month? Sewing, sewing and sewing (and sewing!). I have been going great gangbusters in the sewing room. My mojo is back and it has been demanding that I sew. I have learned to never question the mojo, so I have been following orders.
Since we last spoke, I have created 31 garments associated with my SWAP. As many of the patterns are new to me, in many cases I made a wearable muslin (or two) to tweak the fit and then sewed up the real deal. I did all the muslins in fabrics that coordinate with this SWAP (or another SWAP that I am already planning for winter), so I now have a ton of new wardrobe additions for the start of the school year (which happens in one week - eek!).
Needless to say, I have a butt load of SWAP garment goodness to show you. Just gotta dust off the camera and slap on some make up. So, stay tuned...
Since we last spoke, I have created 31 garments associated with my SWAP. As many of the patterns are new to me, in many cases I made a wearable muslin (or two) to tweak the fit and then sewed up the real deal. I did all the muslins in fabrics that coordinate with this SWAP (or another SWAP that I am already planning for winter), so I now have a ton of new wardrobe additions for the start of the school year (which happens in one week - eek!).
Needless to say, I have a butt load of SWAP garment goodness to show you. Just gotta dust off the camera and slap on some make up. So, stay tuned...
28 July 2012
I Love Fabric Mart
Yesterday, I showed you my new SWAP. I mentioned that I still needed three fabrics to complete the plans. Well, Fabric Mart came through for me with not only the fabrics I needed, but at a 35% discount to boot. Yee Haw! I have updated yesterday's post to reflect the addition of the new fabrics.
While I was buying the three fabrics I needed for SWAP, I may have also tossed in another three goodies and a mystery bundle.
Behold the bounty:
These three are the SWAP fabrics (silk crepe de chine, silk blend burnout print & silk animal print):
And, these three are the "just 'cause" fabrics (all three are RPL suitings):
While I was buying the three fabrics I needed for SWAP, I may have also tossed in another three goodies and a mystery bundle.
Behold the bounty:
These three are the SWAP fabrics (silk crepe de chine, silk blend burnout print & silk animal print):
And, these three are the "just 'cause" fabrics (all three are RPL suitings):
And, that my friends is why I <3 Fabric Mart - like a great friend, they are always there for me when I need them. Now, I just hope that none of the SWAP fabrics sell out before they get to my order. If that happens, I may have to cut a bitch. What? Seems harsh? It's fabric acquisition, people - there is no room for niceties when it comes to fabric acquisition. Sheesh, I thought you'd know that by now.
27 July 2012
My Old Friend, the SWAP
SWAP = Sewing with a Plan
Many of you are familiar with this concept, having either read about it or participated in the contests. Back in the day, Julie of Timmel Fabrics (Julie, if you're reading, I sure do miss you and your fabric!) ran the SWAP contest. These days, the lovely folks over at Stitcher's Guild Forum have taken over the reins.
The SWAP concept (and subsequent Timmel Fabrics contest) was based on an idea presented in Australian Stitches magazine about a decade or so ago. The idea was to create a wardrobe that is cohesive, both in colour and style. The different garments (one jacket, two pairs of pants, two skirts and six tops were required in the original SWAP contest) in a grouping should work together to provide the wearer with several mix and match outfits.
I used to do almost all of my sewing in SWAPs. However, over the last while I had gotten away from sewing this way. Well, earlier this week I was perusing back issues of Australian Stitches magazine. Lynn Cook (one of the editors) had put together a lovely wardrobe (see issues Vol. 15, No. 9 to Vol. 16 No. 4 if they are available to you). In the first issue, she sewed up a jacket, two skirts, a pair of pants and two tops in black, white and red fabrics. In each consecutive issue, she added to the mix with further garments. Along the way, she added in other colours (orange, teal, bone, lavender, etc). In the end, she created a beautifully coordinated wardrobe.
This was very inspiring to read, so based on her plans, I put together my own version:
SWAP Phase 1 - based on Vol. 15 No. 9:
SWAP Phase 2 - based on Vol. 15 No. 10:
SWAP Phase 3 - based on Vol. 15 No. 11:
SWAP Phase 4 - based on Vol. 15 No. 12:
SWAP Phase 5 - based on Vol. 16 No. 1:
SWAP Phase 6 - based on Vol. 16 No. 2:
SWAP Phase 7 - based on Vol. 16 No. 3:
SWAP Phase 8 - based on Vol. 16 No. 4:
The vast majority of fabrics were in my stash. However, I do have three fabrics that are still alluding me at this point (ETA: I found three fabrics that finished off my SWAP, so the storyboards have been updated). The patterns are a mix of recent and older ones that I had in my possession. I may add or modify as I go along if I find it necessary.
I have already started on the plans above - one garment is finished and several more are cut out. So, stay tuned...
25 July 2012
Button Love
I am a collector.
Actually, let me correct that. I am a hoarder.
I hoard fabric, zippers, shoes, food (remind me to show you my pantries some day), books, jewellery...Let me sum it up by saying that if a certain class of objects gives me pleasure, you can be sure that I will buy a wide assortment.
So, I hoard buttons.
I store all my buttons in small plastic bags. Each plastic bag holds a different set of buttons. I so enjoy going through these buttons to find just the perfect match for a new garment that is hot off the machines. It stirs up fond memories every time I open the button drawer in my sewing room.
Actually, let me correct that. I am a hoarder.
This holds true with buttons as well. I love buttons. I love the shapes, the colours and the simple (but powerful) utilitarian nature of buttons.
My earliest and fondest memory of buttons is probably one that is not unique to me. My maternal grandmother had a tin, full of buttons. There were dozens of buttons that had been removed from discarded articles of clothing. She often gave me this tin to play with - dumping out buttons, putting in buttons, organizing buttons into little piles, feeling the smoothness of some and the roughness of others. I loved that button tin (and the late grandmother that is so intimately associated with that memory). To this day the sound of buttons rattling around in a old tin evokes such strong emotion in me.
So, I hoard buttons.
I store all my buttons in small plastic bags. Each plastic bag holds a different set of buttons. I so enjoy going through these buttons to find just the perfect match for a new garment that is hot off the machines. It stirs up fond memories every time I open the button drawer in my sewing room.
22 July 2012
The Taming of the Arse
Well, I'd be lying if I said I was where I had hoped to be by mid July way back when I started this journey on January 1st. Last we spoke, I had dropped nine pounds and was feeling much better.
Since then, I have had a few set backs.
My professional life was very stressful during April, May and June (let's just say that teachers are often taken for granted by many). About that time, I noticed that I was becoming a bit obsessed over the whole food thing (not eating disorder level obsession, but rather just a smidgen too focused on every label, calorie and gram - a focus that I can't hope to maintain long term). So, I decided to take a step back and reassess my priorities and figure out how to go about getting healthier in a way that I can carry on over the course of my lifetime. I don't want any quick fixes, but rather long term attitude changes.
Unfortunatley, I became too lackadaisical and my quantity of exercised decreased. However, my food habits didn't deteriorate completely, so in the end I only gained back two of the nine pounds I had lost.
The last two weeks I have been able recommit myself to a healthier lifestyle and I have been increasing the exercise and cleaning up the eating. So, I am hoping to shed the last few pounds by the end of the year. Slow and steady and maintainable is my new mantra.
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