In storage our group had an unfinished loaner garb skirt that needed the roughly cut bottom finished. Having success with the pants and buttonholes I thought I'd give it a try. Trimmed it to make the curve the same all around, pinned it up (multiple times because it wasn't quite right at times and the curves led to weird sewing), and then to the work of sewing it. It's a wide skirt that just seemed to keep going and going. My sewing machine and I don't always agree, and we had some frustrating moments, but I kept at it. Doing a thing, making mistakes, undoing them when needed and trying again seems natural to some, but it's a bit of an uphill slog for me. Every little victory helps me learn to do it better next time.
Who needs to be needled by a needle to be?
We’ve been pretty good about reminding each other to go out for walks—nice for fresh air, to get away from work/computers and to spend some time talking. It’s been good to stretch legs and watch spring arrive—tulips, forsythia, emerald grass, leaves, cherry, plum, lilac, dogwood and of course, all the yard cleanup and dead branches. On one of those walks I picked up a few dried out sticks that caught my eye, thinking “surely medieval people would be able to pick up a stick and make a nalbinding needle at need,” pocketed them, and kept going. Found them in the pocket a few days later and put them on the countertop. Came across them a few days later . “Mmmn, was going to do a thing.” The sticks eyed me from the countertop where I’d deposited them, asking why I’d picked them up if I wasn’t going to go through with this. I’m not a woodworker so didn’t really know where to start, but finally steeled myself to attempt it, saw a video someone made an...
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