Amazingly, the stats wordpress gives show that people are still popping in to this blog, despite the dearth of posts. So the least I can do is proffer excuses. I was away for RL emergencies for a few weeks, came back the slow and relatively luxurious way of Brittany Ferries and then promptly came down with one of those colds that laugh in the face of Night Nurse. During this time, of course, rampant brambles entwined our shrubs, sprouting multiple shoots that leapt from one plant to another creating an impenetrable cage. Prince Charming where are you when I need you ? How do brambles do this anyway? The lawns grew calf high too. When the tap in my nose eventually ran dry I spent a few days in bionic gardening gloves weilding the shears, strimmer and lawn mower, and another couple of days nursing back ache and picking thorns out from exposed flesh.
The pockets I forgot in the quilted jacket are finished in a fashion. Note to self – don’t stint on the unpicking next time. It actually takes longer, doesn’t it, to wheedle pieces in to a partially unpicked seam than it would do to bite the bullet, rip the lot out and do things in the proper order. So why do I resist doing this ? Probably incurable optimism, the mental picture of how easily the job will be done overtaking common sense. I got several pins stuck between the layers in the process. You know how long it takes to manoeuvre a buried pin out through a half inch space ? The jacket will get finished, and pictures eventually, but it’s definitely gone cold on me.
In the belief that uninspiring sewing jobs would get done quicker if the working environment was less of a tip, the sewing room is getting a reorganisation. Aims are:-
- make it look pleasant
- put stuff in logical groupings, rather than throwing it where there happens to be space
- remove items that aren’t useful
- get to grips with the dust