UndyedYarnpire’s Fiber Opera

December 6, 2008

One shirt down, but the voyage is a sinking ship

Filed under: I hate sewing — Tags: , , — UndyedYarnpire @ 8:22 pm

After losing the one handsewing needle I can stand to use  (the yarn just snaps into the eye of the needle, no threading), hemming the pyjama shirt got put on hold. My husband, unbeknownst to me, though knownst to him (that always seems like it should be “beknownst”) the needle was found and “put away” in his sewing tackle box. (Who says sewing is not masculine?)  That is where the other hand sewing needles live and no one would ever use one of those, so of course I did not notice that it had been found. (Why would he put it in the very last place I would look? Obviously if “away” means I cannot find it, it does not live there.) When he asked if I was ever going to finish my pile of hemming (he is very tolerant, it has been months), I said I had lost my needle. He said he found it, went and got it out, and stuck it in the tomato thing that everybody has even though no one knows why they are shaped like tomatoes. 

Finally I was in the mood to try again and I finished my one pyjama top. It only took me an episode of Life, so I am either getting better or sleeves are half the size of pant hems.

I thought about hemming the sleeves of my new robe, but I cannot figure out what was done to it. It appears to have come pre-cuffed for an orangutan. But if I try to fold the sleeve up to the correct length, it is too tight. I think I will need to unpick the current hem and cuffing and cut it shorter before hemming. And if I cut it, it will need to be sewn by machine to ensure it does not fray (the factory seam is serged and I have no idea how they managed to get it not to show, unless it was done using Criss Angel’s origami!) 

There really is nothing like being convinced you cannot do something to make it just next to impossible. I hate sewing.

October 26, 2008

Block, Hem, Next, Out

Filed under: knit — Tags: , , , — UndyedYarnpire @ 4:23 pm

I think I have missed something as to the nature of “blocking”. But I obediently rinsed and spun out my sweater vest pieces and laid them flat on a huge towel which I set outside under the standard white sheet that keeps the neighbors’ demented child (would that I could post the video of an 8-year-old boy imitating a chimera of Harry Potter and Wonder Woman!) from messing with my knitting. I have heard people speak of “blocking boards” and “measuring” but I usually just lay things out approximately in the shape I think they should have without stretching the fabric too much, then I hope for the best. 

Fibery goodness today, aside from blocking sweater pieces, has been hemming my new pyjamas. I am the world’s worst hand sewing person. I hate doing it and it shows. I do not believe in blind hems. Clearly if I have to work that hard, you need to be able to see the stitches. They are not even attractive stitches. But if my DH would ever get off his behind and sew them on his sewing machine (current wait for mending is 27 months and counting, it is hardly worth asking if more things can be added to the pile) my stitches will be easily removed. See, that is how it works. I want something done, so I do it myself and wait until I can make someone else feel guilty for me not doing it right. So far the success rate on this behavior is zero. But in the meantime, I have hemmed pyjamas. Yes, they are badly hemmed, but it is not like I stapled the hem. 

Currently questing for the next project. I think I have a glove thing to knit next. And I really do plan to finish the finishing of the halfaquin first. And I would like to spin some before the next spinning group meeting. That way if I skive off, it will be because I do not want to go, not because I do not want to go without something to show for the past month.

I want a new knitting group. Are there other unchilded people near San Francisco who have enough money to go out for food somewhere? I heard that Stacey’s in Dublin (CA) lets people keep their tables all night on Mondays because it is generally slow that night, but that would be a $25/person kind of dinner (it is not a cheap place.) Personally I almost never go out anywhere because the food is better here and because after 13 years, I still have no friends in the area.  My DH does not like to go out after a long day at work or on weekends because it has always been a long week. I meet people, but there is no friend conversion where they become someone I can call to suggest something that might be fun to do. I could go out alone, but like I said, the food is better here.

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