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Aug. 3rd, 2006 08:23 pm*sigh* I really hate sewing. Hand-sewing, machine-sewing, doesn't matter, it never fails to put me in a really foul mood. But I'm going to a camping event next weekend, and I'm not going to wear silk while camping. (I'm not that dumb. The silk is washable, but the roughly 7.5 yards of fake fur around the hem, collar, and cuffs isn't, and I'm not taking all that off just to wash the silk.)
And it doesn't help that I have no decent sewing accessories here. Naturally, when we moved, I left the sewing machine behind. It's too heavy and too large to justify bringing, especially when I was hoping to get away with not doing ANY sewing, beyond minor patches and re-attachments of buttons, during the next four years. So that means I'm stuck hand-sewing. But not only did I leave the sewing machine behind, I didn't bring my good fabric scissors OR my pins. So I'm working with a harsh-handled, non-spring, dull scissors and safety pins. Not to mention that I don't have a chalk pencil (didn't have one of those in the States either, but even then it was bothersome) nor do I have the fold-out cardboard my mom passed on to me on which to cut things out. I do have an iron, but I never bothered ironing what I sewed anyway. (Why compound injury with insult?)
But I've finished the side seams (running stitch only, we'll see how long that lasts) of a very basic t-tunic, and the hems, collars, and sleeves shouldn't be TOO much more painful. I hope. The only balm in Gilead here is that I purchased my fabric at the Dappermarkt, and hence got ~4.5 meters for €8. The sign said that it was linen, but I'm not sure how much faith I have in that. "Linen" could mean linen, but it could also mean, as it sometimes does in the States, "poly-cotton blend which drapes like linen." I got 2.5 meters of a heavier blue and 2 meters of a lighter-weight black. They both went through the washer and dryer just fine (though the lint it created was nearly felt), so at least I should be able to get decent wear out of these. And my white cotehardie underdress will serve as an underdress for these.
But none of this changes the fact that I really hate sewing.
And it doesn't help that I have no decent sewing accessories here. Naturally, when we moved, I left the sewing machine behind. It's too heavy and too large to justify bringing, especially when I was hoping to get away with not doing ANY sewing, beyond minor patches and re-attachments of buttons, during the next four years. So that means I'm stuck hand-sewing. But not only did I leave the sewing machine behind, I didn't bring my good fabric scissors OR my pins. So I'm working with a harsh-handled, non-spring, dull scissors and safety pins. Not to mention that I don't have a chalk pencil (didn't have one of those in the States either, but even then it was bothersome) nor do I have the fold-out cardboard my mom passed on to me on which to cut things out. I do have an iron, but I never bothered ironing what I sewed anyway. (Why compound injury with insult?)
But I've finished the side seams (running stitch only, we'll see how long that lasts) of a very basic t-tunic, and the hems, collars, and sleeves shouldn't be TOO much more painful. I hope. The only balm in Gilead here is that I purchased my fabric at the Dappermarkt, and hence got ~4.5 meters for €8. The sign said that it was linen, but I'm not sure how much faith I have in that. "Linen" could mean linen, but it could also mean, as it sometimes does in the States, "poly-cotton blend which drapes like linen." I got 2.5 meters of a heavier blue and 2 meters of a lighter-weight black. They both went through the washer and dryer just fine (though the lint it created was nearly felt), so at least I should be able to get decent wear out of these. And my white cotehardie underdress will serve as an underdress for these.
But none of this changes the fact that I really hate sewing.
