You know, I'm not actually perfect...
...I know, it's hard for me to believe too, but it's true.
I handed over what is really the most dreadful frock in the world for Miss D* to make buttonholes for. I think after Pennsic I shall make a red surcote, almost cyclas style, and it shall be worn over said cote so no one ever sees the front. And the rest, well, it's been a long time since I've done serious sewing, that's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it. Actually, the fact that I taught myself how to sew likely doesn't help much either. And that usually I've always done everything on my own, from patterning to fitting. Having help of knowledgeable people is lovely and wonderful. I highly recommend it.
Also, I may in fact have less patience than I should with some people. Luckily others (read: Miss D again) notice this, and we all (the two of us plus A & K) escaped and went for a mid summer hill break of koftas and chinese greens and tea. My tummy even survived me eating one whole kofta! YAY!
But, Roman bootie, half cut out, 7 white buttons made for said abominable cote, and some stuff talked about for Bunch o' Classes. This is all good. Plus, the lovely Miss D is also going to help with German frock. Suddenly having everything done for Pennsic seems manageable.
Now, comes to the cooking for the party Saturday. Tomorrow night, everything baked, and the dip like things. Saturday, the meat stuff and quiches and veggie chopping. See, I make reasonable schedules for myself, honest!
*Thereby ensuring that, in fact, the gimp did not 'get it'
I handed over what is really the most dreadful frock in the world for Miss D* to make buttonholes for. I think after Pennsic I shall make a red surcote, almost cyclas style, and it shall be worn over said cote so no one ever sees the front. And the rest, well, it's been a long time since I've done serious sewing, that's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it. Actually, the fact that I taught myself how to sew likely doesn't help much either. And that usually I've always done everything on my own, from patterning to fitting. Having help of knowledgeable people is lovely and wonderful. I highly recommend it.
Also, I may in fact have less patience than I should with some people. Luckily others (read: Miss D again) notice this, and we all (the two of us plus A & K) escaped and went for a mid summer hill break of koftas and chinese greens and tea. My tummy even survived me eating one whole kofta! YAY!
But, Roman bootie, half cut out, 7 white buttons made for said abominable cote, and some stuff talked about for Bunch o' Classes. This is all good. Plus, the lovely Miss D is also going to help with German frock. Suddenly having everything done for Pennsic seems manageable.
Now, comes to the cooking for the party Saturday. Tomorrow night, everything baked, and the dip like things. Saturday, the meat stuff and quiches and veggie chopping. See, I make reasonable schedules for myself, honest!
*Thereby ensuring that, in fact, the gimp did not 'get it'
posted by deense @ 10:51 pm
4 Comments:
At 21 July, 2006 00:27,
Miss D said…
It was a good thing, really, because I'd have had to dress the cat up in a leather mask, and I have a bad feeling about where that would have gone ...
It's not a problem. You have been so helpful to me and I am one of nature's born buttonholers.
And the same people who drive you to distraction drive me to distraction, so it all worked out very well. Coffee fest sounds great. I find it hilarious that we are now sorting out schedules by blog rather than by email, which of course had long replaced phone ...
At 21 July, 2006 00:27,
Miss D said…
OH! And it's not that bad a frock by a long way. Except for that one corner. But the rest of it is fine. I've made worse.
At 21 July, 2006 09:39,
deense said…
Blogs, the communication means of the next generation.
The main issue with the frock is that I'm comparing it to stuff I used to do, many moons ago, which was much better, and I feel like i've lost the sewing knack, which is frustrating. But i'm shockingly stubborn, and the type of person to trudge my way up the long hill to being good at these things again, even if it takes a while.
At 21 July, 2006 09:39,
deense said…
And the cat in a leather mask... I'd fear for your fingers.
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