As we sat in the bathroom the other night before her bath, I pulled the gazillion bobby pins out of Big Girl’s hair (we’d had a couple of Halloween activities and I’d put her hair in an updo), tossing them on the counter. She stood before me playing with them and the plastic toy dinosaur that came with her fast food dinner.
I looked down to see this.
To most, it would appear as the dinosaur was playing the drums.
With a huge smile on her face, she turned her head to look at me and proclaimed, “look, mom! It’s knitting.”
We’ve all seen them.
We all have them.
You know you do, even if you’d like to deny it. Even if you have a housecleaner that comes in and does your dirty work for you once a week.
If you doubt me–check under your couch, behind your television cabinet and in that cavernous space under your bed. They might not be great in numbers but they’ll be there. Those silly little dust bunnies that accumulate in unused, undisturbed spaces. If left to their own devices they multiply at rates only calculable by modern devices.
Luckily for me, mine reproduce the most quickly in one of the most well-used, busy AND most obvious spaces in my house. (Well-used, busy and obvious to me.) My sewing desk has become their favorite stomping ground.
Truthfully, there are times I fear a mutiny.
I’m not always the most graceful person. It’s better now than it was 2 years ago (before my surgery I had trouble with coordination and gross motor skills at times — dropping my keys, bumping into walls, tripping over my own feet) but I still have my moments. Usually it’s something benign and I just sport a bruise or a scrape for a few days.
This morning I was working on pulling the gathering stitches out of a dress I’m working on. I went to set the seam ripper down and dropped it a couple of inches from the work surface. In a series of kinetics that happened too quickly for me to prepare for, the rounded heavy end hit the desk, pointing the sharp end of the seam ripper upwards into the palm of my hand. Not being able to react quick enough (because frankly I didn’t realize it was happening), I jammed it into almost the exact center of my palm.
Thankfully it seems to have gone in on an angle so the wound is less severe than the deep puncture wound that could have occurred. And thankfully, my tetanus shot was updated before my surgery two years ago. This thing certainly hurts though!
On the downside, I don’t think I’m able to file workman’s comp for my injury. Nor can I take a day or two off to allow it to heal. Rumor has it my boss doesn’t take too kindly to either action. Perhaps some restructuring of work policies is in order. 😉
And no, I couldn’t get a photo of it to show you. It’s on my right hand and I can’t run the camera with just my left.
(Today’s Stitch Tip is brought to you as a Public Service Announcement to all sleep-deprived mothers. It’s non-sewing related but an important message nonetheless. Please don’t ask how I know this information.)
When there is plastic melting on the burners of your stove top, quickly turn the heat off before it catches fire and then allow the burner to completely cool down. While doing this it’s appropriate to curse at yourself if you’re the cursing kind and run your burnt fingers under cold water if necessary; it helps to pass the time. After the burner is completely cool, the plastic should just peel off in pieces.
Last fall I hired on some new help, in the hopes of attaining a more conducive working environment. Up until this weekend it appeared as though my model was working fantastically.
Although I know yesterday was the weekend it appears as though my employee forgot to read the company policy about imbibing while on the job.
I’m not sure if a verbal warning is appropriate or if more drastic measures need to be taken. Obviously our work environment has become too relaxed.
No, not “Mess Ups” or any other carefully selected phrase you’d like to rearrange “fess” into. Today is all about confessions here at Stitch To Stitch — a cleansing of the sewing room and a peak into some of its/mine strange inner workings.
- I put pins in my mouth when I’m pinning pieces together. There are at least 2 different pin cushions in my sewing room and I rarely use them. Recently I read somewhere (I can’t remember where) that putting pins in your mouth like this is one of the cardinal sins of sewing. Oops. I guess I should work on that, huh?
- I actually hate to pin pieces together. I avoid it whenever possible so I love, love, love using my serger. The pressure from the feed dogs is strong enough that I rarely have to pin fabrics together. I typically only do it when I’m sewing a piece that I’ve put gathers in, onto a flat piece so that the gathers stay in place.
- Pattern pieces are my nemesis. I hate cutting them out, I have piecing them together. I prefer patterns that start as easy geometric shapes I can cut with my rotary cutter and ruler. Hence my love for quilting.
- All of my sewing is self taught. I’ve never taken a class, never sat down with someone who actually sews to have them explain what everything does (tensions, etc.). Thank heavens for the internet and online videos when I’m having trouble with my machines or need to figure out how to do something specific such as shirring, mitering corners and french seams.
- When I sew, I love to have music playing. Not softly in the background as an accompaniment to the whir of the machines but instead as loud as my little iPod can handle to fuel my creativity. Since most of my sewing is done now when the kids are sleeping (and our house is not equipped with sound proof walls) I’ve had to turn the volume down a bit.
- And lastly, one of the most embarrassing of my confessions, is that I wrote this post on February 22 and somehow never published it.
It’s typically very casual attire around here. Many days we work in our pajamas, as ashamed as I am to admit that. But today was a high class day in the Stitch To Stitch studio.
Fashionistas do say that the accessories make the outfit.
It was a tough decision to make, but the time had come that I needed to start looking to outsource some of my workload. After scouring the internet and reading many a resume the Stitch To Stitch team has a new member.
The demands of my model were just getting to be too much to handle and her work schedule just never seemed to coincide with when I needed her to perform. I suppose if people want a more personal touch I can always resort to this: