Finally Finished: the Cross-Stitch Project

And it even took less than a year! I know it’s small. The thing is, cross-stitch takes forever. Every one of those stitches is an even little x (at least, as even as I can make it with my deteriorating eyesight; I need glasses and don’t yet have them), so each one takes several secondsContinue reading “Finally Finished: the Cross-Stitch Project”

M6930: Fancy shorts!

I don’t really have any shorts. Technically, I have three pairs of shorts I bought in my early twenties, which still–miraculously–button up, though two of them are just a bit snug; but all three are very short and very casual. I have a pair of peach shorts bought last summer at Joe Fresh, which taughtContinue reading “M6930: Fancy shorts!”

on expertise

Two hundred years ago, any woman alive would been able to produce a hand-stitched garment that fit anyone in her family. It might have included smocking, monograms, top- and edge-stitching, and other decorative and fitting details as a matter of course. While a woman who could sew exceptionally well might have been admired within herContinue reading “on expertise”

Me-Made May 2014, Week 2

I had so many plans. Plans that nice weather would come and I would be able to wear skirts–that I’d made–to work. And then Frances got sick. And then her stepbrother got very seriously sick, and Frances spent an extra day with me, sick. And making sure I wore my me-mades was maybe no longer quiteContinue reading “Me-Made May 2014, Week 2”

the silk-linen dress of doom

The Creativ[E!] Festival in 2013 was the first time I bought serious garment fabrics. Oh sure, I was a regular at Fabricland (I have a two-year membership, after all) and enjoyed pawing through the mountains of poly to find the occasional linen or wool. I’d go hunting for cute prints on Queen West and inContinue reading “the silk-linen dress of doom”

Mary Oliver as wall art

Even if you don’t think you like Mary Oliver–even if you think you don’t like poetry–you have almost certainly read one of her poems, and you might even have enjoyed it. Mary Oliver is that most rare of all creatures: a poet who makes a living from poetry. She’s a nature poet with an eyeContinue reading “Mary Oliver as wall art”

Rilke as bookmark

For years, I had these self-help books I dragged around with me through every move. Most of them were gifts (of a sort) from one particular person who shall remain nameless, and they inspired in me an absolute rage; the others, while less rage-inspiring, were quite notable in their absolute inability to help me helpContinue reading “Rilke as bookmark”

Sara Teasdale in needle-book form

I like poetry, a lot. A shelf of my Favourites Bookcase is devoted to poetry books (and there are more in the basement).  I also–as you may have gathered–like sewing and embroidery, a lot. So what better than to combine them? A few years back, I was in need of a needle-book (a fabric bookContinue reading “Sara Teasdale in needle-book form”