Painting those office walls had a few side effects, as I knew it would. Removing that table and putting it upstairs was just a little sidestep from all the other things I had to do. So I made myself a little sewing nook.
Those of you who have been reading here for a long time may wonder what happened to my sewing room. Well, we broke out the wall between that room and that was the end of it.
Early this year I also got rid of the sewing table I had in our (now bigger) bedroom. I figured since we had a real office now (meaning my husband would mostly work there) I could go back to sewing in the living room. Well, it turned out I couldn’t. Pulling the sewing machine out of the cupboard was just too much of a hassle (it didn’t help that I had to force all my supplies and fabric in, so taking out the sewing machine meant having to remove a lot of other stuff).
So I’m back in the bedroom. It’s not a studio, or even a sewing room and all my stuff is in plastic boxes. That worked great when it was in the closet, but now it’s just a stack of boxes. I think I will be changing things around here, but for now, I’m happy. I missed having a little corner of my own to make stuff (hmn... I think I really need a new bag).
I was happy enough to finally tackle my growing pile of things to mend. I have a habit of forgetting about those things. When the girls were little I often never got to repairing cloths, since they already grew out of it when I finally sat down and sorted through that pile. This time there were also some things that had been waiting for me to do something about it for over a year.
So I added some straps to a sagging strapless dress, repaired a few torn seams in a dress and pj’s, closed a tear in some trousers, fixed a body, repaired a hole in a sock and hemmed some jeans.
That last part was so much easier than I thought. I found a link on pinterest that showed you can simply use the original hem, by sewing close to it and folding it back. Like so:
It worked like a charm! Wished I had known that years ago.
So now my to-mend-pile is a pile of mended things ready to put away.
Of course I now think I could keep up with those little mending jobs. It feels so good to have that out of the way. Ha! Who am I kidding? I know myself… Maybe I should forbid myself to do any other sewing when there is something to mend…