Sew, What The Hell Have I Been Doing?

​Before I landed a job last year, I volunteered to do three class projects at school. Or maybe it was after I got the job and I’m really that crazy, I can’t remember. Anyhoo, Ive put together a lego table, am in the process of making an Oregon-themed Monopoly table and I’m sewing another quilt for the kindergarten class. I did that when middle child was in K, and I put my hand up for it since 6yo resides there, now, and there were no other sewererers amongst the class parents.

I had the kids’ drawings screenprinted onto fabric and have sewn them onto the other pieces that I puzzled together. Yesterday I went and found some adorable fabric for the backing and also some brown to complete the design. I really need to complete the design because we have friends coming to stay next weekend and they’ll probably need the spare bed I’ve laid it all out on.

Anyhoo, it’s nearly finished and I’m relieved about that because, you know, I’ve got other things on my mind and there are other things I think about sewing, as well. I’ve decided to go as Moira Rose for Halloween, so I’ll need to make some hella outlandish couture pieces to match the wig and lipstick. 

I’ll probably need to start them pretty soon so they’re finished in time since I don’t have a lot of time. 

But there are other things that I want to sew that are less, say, obtuse fashion, that I might rock on a day to day basis as much as Moira sashays around in her teetering heels and metallic fabrics. 
For instance, I’m midway through making a skirt with fabric that I’m pretty sure was a set of drapes in a previous life. It’s an icy blue and is a bit Mad Men and will be perfect for work. The school function is coming up where the class projects will be auctioned off and I’ve decided on a dress made from a mustard lace tablecloth. Time is of the essence there so I really need to finish that quilt. I’d also love to make a couple of tops for work from linen tablecloths I have, too. I’d love to have sleeves that don’t ride up right into my armpits and apparently that is a pipedream unless I make those sleeves myself.

If you’re sensing a theme, you’re right – I’m a tight ass and don’t often like to buy clothes new. Partly because clothes are so fucking overpriced, but also clothes seem not often to be made with my smaller waist and rounded lady-hips in mind. Fabric is something I could blow cash on but I try to reuse stuff and buying vintage is so damn cool and results in very unique clothes. I’ve made a pencil skirt from a vintage bedspread, pleated skirts from vintage tablecloths, 

I made the red top from our Scottish wedding from a scarf and even my tartan dress from a pile of napkins a friend gave me. There is no end to what can be repurposed.  I even picked up two ruffled pillowcases the other day and wondered about fashioning them into a skirt. Ultimately, no, they wouldn’t have fit around my ass, but it was a fun idea before those lady-hips intruded. 

Do you sew? Do you repurpose? I’m always looking for the next fun project.


Schitts Creek

#spoilers if you haven’t seen the show.

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Oh em gee, I’m sure everyone has seen the show, though. Husband suggested we start watching it last year or maybe before…? But we don’t get involved in a lot of shows because TV is a monster and it turns you into another one, so I suggested not. Last night we changed that trend and I think it is THE BEST show I have ever seen in my life. Husband concurs.

Husband might know that I would leave him for Daniel Levy, AKA DaviD, because of so many reasons, not the least of which is that he is hot af and also his wit makes me think dirty things. There is not a character in the show that I/we don’t like, except maybe Roland the Schitty mayor.

Husband is all about Johnny Rose’s blue suits and I want to be Moira when I grow up, if I’m not already Stevie. We finished the first season at just past midnight and Husband is snoring his brains out (and mine) while I can’t get Moira’s faaabulous acthent out of my mind or the look on DaviD’s face as he drove out of town on the season finale.


I’m pretty sure that while I haven’t been to Schitt’s Creek, I have been up shits creek. The feelings I experienced there may be a tad less pharma than the Rose gang, but real nonetheless. That itchy feeling in your hands when shit gets real, the dewey sweat on your forehead when you have to think fast and maybe fast isn’t enough. Is that what DaviD realized when Stevie wasn’t going with him? Those feelings are my reality until we can sink our teeth into the second season.