I started learning how to make bobbin lace on the weekend. It's wonderfully logical and an exercise in minuscule engineering. The different coloured threads make it easier to learn and to see that you're doing it correctly. This is all whole stitch and up close it looks like I'm weaving a teeny, tiny rug.
It's probably not advisable to try to get a sewing task finished before catching a train. Usually that kind of pressure results in dreadful mistakes. But today, my white waiter's apron was started and finished with enough time to stroll calmly to the train.
Unpicking is not fun, but there is a sweet satisfaction in fixing an error. The original stitching unpicked then put back together correctly and neatly. Ta-dah!
I do enjoy making things. Today's mission was to make bias binding for a waistcoat I'm making. I know you can buy it already made and perfectly ironed, but doing it myself is very satisfying and means I understand much better how it works.
Twas quite the pleasure to put on my finished 1890s suit this weekend to bring Ballarat's Umbrella lady, Mrs Muller, to life. The many layers of joy in doing so warrants a longer post, so I shall restrict this one to the dressmaking. I am absolutely delighted by how well the jacket turned out and
A peplum hem is long. Much longer than I expected. Eventually I got there, after hand-stitching the outer fabric, then machine stitching the lining (a little bit of a cheat), then hand-stitching lining to the outer. The wonderful thing about repetition is how it improves skills - by the time I finished it, I was
