Monday, April 10, 2017

11 Ways Sewing is Like Writing and They Both Suck...

Rice Cake likes to take it easy. All day.

Let's just get this one thing out there: Writing is really hard and sometimes it sucks.

Some time ago, after I lost my will to write, I decided that I should maybe have some other creative outlet to engage in so that, when I wanted to spit on my laptop and instead went to the couch and sat in front of the television to calm down, I could do something to keep my supposedly creative know, flowing or whatever.

I chose to sew!

That's right. I did this to myself. I could have chosen something zen. I don't know...bonsai tree growing. Raking lines in a sand garden? Dance. I could have done interpretive dance. But I decided to sew. Keeping with my desire to never leave the house, I thought sewing my own clothes was a brilliant idea.

As it turns out, sewing is a lot like writing and I'm not sure that it's helping in the creative juice flow department. At all.

All the ways in which sewing is like writing:

1. You can't really just jump into it. You have to know a little bit about what you're doing. If you just jump into it, you'll come to a part that's all screwed up because you didn't know you were supposed to clip seams on a curve, or not start with a dead body if you're writing a romance. Things that make a lot of sense once you've got to that point and made a big mess, but that you didn't think were important when you started.

2. Not every scrap of fabric, or writing, is really worth saving. It's okay to dump stuff in the trash.

3. Sometimes, you have to go slow. You can't always run a seam through the machine like a wild woman, or type without thinking for an hour. Because when you do that, you might end up with something really, really wonky and then you'll be pissed off that you have to rip it all out and start again. Sewing, and writing, should be enjoyable. It's not a race.

4. There's a sequence to follow that will make things go together really well, if you'd just follow it. Stay stitch the neckline, shoulder seam, neckband, shoulder seam, sleeve, etc. Or, a bit of outline, a bit of writing, determine your theme, decide what your main character wants and why he can't get it, back to the outline, a bit of writing, check goals, etc. The best thing is, once you get the hang of your sequence, the next time you make something new, it'll be easier.

5. No matter how much practice you get, you will probably spend twice as much time fixing something you've made a mess of than you spent making the mess of it. And you'll wish you could just do it right the first time. But sometimes, that's just not possible. Get used to it.

6. You feel compelled to make something, even though each project is a frustrating mess. You're a masochistic sewer/writer who has deluded herself into believing that one day, it'll all be worth it. You'll be a star!

7. You really need to take some time to think about what you're about to do. Stop! What sort of fabric are you working with here? Why are you rushing into doing the hem/scene that way? Are you sure you don't want to do it differently? In a way that might turn out better? You need to think...but your chances of doing so are pretty slim. And when you do screw up royally, which you will, stop and think some more. Thinking is good! Thinking is a part of sewing and writing.

8. The results of your efforts at first will be awful--you're going to produce stuff that you won't even want to donate to Goodwill. As you get practice, your projects turn out better. But that doesn't mean that what you end up with is exactly what you'd hoped for at the start--that hardly ever happens. So, no matter what it is you're creating, it could be okay, it could be fabulous, and it could be a disaster.

9. Sewing, and writing, are extremely frustrating...or they're easy and fun. You just can't tell which it's going to be from day to day.

10. You really need to give up on your dreams of fashion week or best seller lists. You'll be happier that way. Trust me.

Okay, so, speaking of sewing. Remember last week I said that blue fabric would be a piece of cake to work with.

Famous last words. What a mess.

First, the neckline. The first band I made was with the grain and so had no stretch. I cut a new one. Great. I put it in only to find that as I stretched it, the seam curled terribly and the band got smaller and smaller. Naturally it was at its worst in the front where it would be obvious. Fine. I had to take it out and try again.

Not so fast. I could barely see my stitches in that fabric. I gave up on that, cut the neckband off and tried again. This time, I pinned the edges to prevent curling, and made the band slightly bigger and the seam line smaller. Much better! Except in one spot. On the front. I managed to get just a couple of inches of stitching out--a frustrating, nerve wracking hour of work. And I sewed it again.


Never mind, I decided. I will just put something over that area. Fabric flowers or something. It'll be cute!

My next mistake was in attempting to top stitch the neck band seam allowance down. I used a longer stitch, so it could be seen on the front neckline. You're supposed to see this top stitching. I thought I was doing a really good job. I used my seam guide foot with the little blade that runs right down a seam so your stitches to the left of it are nice and even.

But in the end, it was a horrific job. Seriously. Ugly as crap and very easy to see. I just had to go and make the stitch length longer, didn't I?

But because of that, I could see the stitches on the right side so I technically could spend a few hours carefully taking them out. But if I tried to get them out, it would almost certainly ruin the fabric. So...I cut the neck band off again! And wondered what else I could do with this fabric now that it's been cut into the shape of a front and a back of a shirt. Purse? Meh. Toss it into the trash? Maybe.

Determined that I could figure out something, I thought and I thought and I thought. This is very much like what I do when writing. Lots of thinking. I needed a neckline that would add coverage where I'd chopped it all off. This is what I came up with:

It's like a twisted cowl, right? It hangs nicely and I tacked it down in a few spots. I guess considering I figured it all out myself without any pattern, it's pretty good.

Second, the hems at the sleeves and bottom edge. I'll be damned if I wasn't watching an online sewing class and the instructor said that the coverstitch should "cover" the bottom edge of the hem. Ohhhhhhhhh! I've been doing it wrong. I've been folding over the hem, coverstitching, and leaving that raw edge of fabric there, like this:

Knits don't fray and unravel like woven fabrics do, so this works. But, well, I want to do it the right way. Who doesn't? So I did. I mean...I tried.

After doing those hems, I considered never sewing again. Ever.

I didn't fuse the hems in place, for one thing, so naturally, the knit fabric slid around and part of the edge was poking out--left unstitched...unbound. I tried to resew those stupid parts only to make a royal mess of my hem. But it's not really very noticeable if you're not looking for it.

 I'm still considering cutting the bottom hem off and doing it again. My way.

The truth is that even if I'd stabilized the hem, the chances of my being able to catch the edge of it in the coverstitch is slim because you coverstitch from the top of the garment. You can't see the edge of the hem while you're doing it. So forget that. I'm doing it my way from now on.

Damn straight.

11. It's okay to do it your own way. Screw what everybody else says you're supposed to do.

So, yeah. I'm having just as much trouble sewing as I am writing. How could I have thought this was a good idea? A way to help my writing?

I find myself suddenly questioning every decision I've made in my life. Rethinking everything! (Except the husband and kids. And the cats. And the chocolate. But everything else!)

How are your life choices panning out?

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

I made it all by myself! Sewing favorite tees...

I think I may have finally created a t-shirt pattern that works for me! I used my favorite tee, copied it twice, because I wasn't happy with the first time. Made one. Messed it up royally. Tweaked the pattern. And then made this:

I think I've finally got the pattern down. Now I need to make more! I need tees. 

Also, I used my coverstitch machine (in background) to do the hems and it worked like a charm. Well, okay, the first time I did it, I forgot how to remove the fabric and tie off the end so it wouldn't unravel. So, I had to remove the entire hem and do it again. (And while it did unravel a bit while I was trying to figure out how to make it not, it didn't unravel easily at all when I had to remove it. Figures.)

Here's some up close shots of the hems.

That's what it looks like on the wrong side--and it stretches. Perfect for knits. And then what it looks like on the right side.

Same for the sleeves. And a pic of the neckline. Can you tell I'm proud of my work?

It just really feels good to make something that I can actually wear and feel like I did a good job.

Here are some fabrics I'm going to try next:

The blue is a sturdy knit that I won't have any trouble with. But the pink stripe is very thin. I'll try using the coverstitch machine on a sample, but I'm not sure about it. My first try, the one that turned out awful, had to be stabilized so that the machine wouldn't chew it up. It was fine and slinky too. 

In the end, it got eaten and I ripped it trying to get it out of the machine. I'm sure it was my fault. Anyway, I tried to fix it, but it ended up too short. So I tried to fix it again by adding a ruffle. I just didn't like it. Live and learn.

I don't tend to go for horizontal stripes across my chest. But I got all this cheap fabric when Hancock went out of business last year. So, dang it all, I'm going for it.

Oh, well, that's all. Happy sewing!

Sunday, April 2, 2017

The elusive red-cockaded woodpecker...

I spent all day Friday at Quilts & Lace in Melbourne with It's Sew Easy's Angela Wolf.

I really thought my shirt was prettier than that. It probably is, in person.
Oh, in case you can't tell. That's me on the left. Angela Wolf on the right.
Another lady in the class in the background, caught in an angry stare that is not her usual look, I'm sure.
She is just like you'd expect her to be from watching her on television or on her live Facebook posts. Super friendly and fun. And she's much more than just the instructor on It's Sew Easy. She's a fashion designer and she sells some of her best patterns! I bought three of them. (Of course I did.)

The class was sewing a skirt. As I don't wear skirts, I sat in on all the lessons, which were excellent and helpful, but saved the fabric for other projects. (I wasn't the only one, so don't say I was being petty or anything.) I did get to use the Brother Dream Machine 2 to embroider designs on the fabric. It was very cool.

I think they call it the Dream Machine because you can only afford it in your dreams.

Anyway, as an introvert, I had to recover from that day of being with (egad) people by eating a lot of chocolate on Saturday. So I baked a Krusteaz double chocolate muffin mix in a loaf pan and had at it.

Today, I'm still in recovery. Headache, puffy eyes, feeling like throwing myself in front of traffic but not enough to leave the house on my own to do it. But, hubs did take us out this morning to St. Sebastian River Preserve State Park in search of the supposedly rare (it pops up in my "rare bird" email alerts) red-cockaded woodpecker.

Here's the little sucker we're after:

Stolen from the Audubon Field Guide website

He's not red, is he? No. That's part of his disguise. We see that people are spotting them at the park, so today we decided we were going to find one for ourselves.

Apparently, they're seen mostly on the Yellow Trail, so we hiked it. We could hear a woodpecker off in the distance as soon as we started out, so spirits were high, to say the least. Unfortunately, we saw very little of anything out there.

It's scrub. Typical Florida. So, picture a lot of palm shrubs and some grasses, dotted with tall, spindly pines. Rarely an oak. You could see someone a hundred yards away if he was there, but we were alone.

We saw some flowers.

No idea what they are. Weeds, no doubt. But I like weeds.

You know you're not finding any birds when you find yourself taking pics of flowers. Oh, and trees.

Anyway, eventually we came to this sign:

Well, they're making it awfully easy, we thought. We're sure to see a red-cockaded woodpecker. And, as hubs learned on the Tubes, they paint certain trees with a ring of white. In those trees, they've pre-cut holes for the little peckerwoods.

Like this:

Alas and Alack. We saw no red-cockaded woodpeckers.

But we did see our very first owl! A great horned owl, pretty far away. But we have great zoom.
Here is his back: 

(That picture won't center and I'm too tired to make it.)

And here he is looking at us.

I think they always look angry. But we did try to get just a tad closer and he flew off.

On the way out of the park, in the car, we saw a raccoon!

I love raccoons! They're a lot like cats.

Anyway, here are a few more pics we took.

Mockingbird and kestrel.

A pine warbler.

Here's a funny looking pine tree:

Seriously, what's with the needles?

We got some great pictures on Saturday at the Viera Wetlands. But I'll only post one here because I don't think anyone wants to look at too many pictures. I forgot to make a mid-week post of pics from last weekend there. Oh, well.

Anyway, hubs came across this tiny snake in the road and I got some pics. We were standing right in front of a car (its occupants were photographing a bird) so we carefully encouraged him out of the road when we were finished. (I can't tell you how upsetting it is to see squashed caterpillars. I don't even want to think about a squashed snake.)

Here he is, the cutey.

All right, that's enough blogging for today. The red-cockaded woodpecker remains a goal. I have to say, I much prefer walking the Viera Wetlands, filled with birds and wildlife, than the St. Sebastian Park. It was dead by comparison. I'm spoiled, I suppose.