Two weeks later. So many thoughts going through my head. Hopefully, wherever you are, reading this, that you’re safe and sound. Until the beginning of this week, I couldn’t focus on anything. Still can’t focus on anything for long periods of time but am slowly returning to being able to cope in my own way. It’s just an odd time as the whole world is affected.
Some knitting happened. I’m using up the yarns my cousin gave me, and adding a bit of white. This is only half of one of them.
So…spent the last three days, on and off, trying to open a jar of gesso. Alternately used a hairdryer and tried to pry it open with a nail file. Neither worked. Then, finally caved and ran hot water over the container for two minutes. I recorded my reaction because frustration and was so relieved, when it finally opened.
One layer of gesso on the left canvas. Also I applied some of the gesso while it was on the glass. Luckily the dried on gesso easily came off.
I’m starting to return to clothing. Also, I know it’s cost effect for patternmakers to do this for books, but trying to trace the pattern pieces needed was a bit confusing. (The bit of hair at the bottom is Dylan.) Fyi, all the hospitals near me refuse handmade masks and I don’t have anything they truly need to donate to them.
Christmas and New Year’s has passed and we’ve rolled into 2020. I planned on posting on New Year’s Day but between December 30 to January 1 was an emotional rollercoaster. If we’re going to continue into the year, from what was happening at midnight, in two separate time zones. According to Brisbane time, I’m going to be angry and it will be full of misunderstandings, and I will definitely be single by the time the days reset to one when 2021 comes. (By the way, him and his family is safe, away from the fires.) According to California time, it will be listening to music and struggling through emails, and not single, maybe. So, I guess it will start off rocky then smooth out towards the end. I just want to be less stressed out about everything.
I didn’t get much done between that limbo space of Christmas and New Year’s because, really, the rare person does. After the year reset, I’ve decided that I need to do things a bit differently. Every month I will start and finish a project. Instead of having multiple projects going on at once and quite a few unfinished, it will be easier to focus on fewer. Three seems like a good number, instead of indefinite. I also need to finish the various other WIPs. So, instead of starting more, I need to play catch up.
I’ve been wanting to make a tulle circle skirt since my son turned nine. And finally got brave enough to pull out a certain fabric that’s been sitting on a hanger in one closet. The end goal has always been a dress. And I’m nearly at completion. I didn’t use a pattern, drafting pieces using my measurements, and it’s coming out nicer than I hoped. Either way, I’m crying at the result. I didn’t feel like fussing with buttons or zippers, so made it slightly larger so I’m not struggling pulling it on and off, because none of the material is stretchy.
I need to fix the neckline then attach the skirt to the top then fix the six (lace, four of tulle, and lining) skirt layers.
The funny thing is a few times, while it was in the closet, I would whisper to it,”Soon, my precious.” This month I saw a hashtag on Instagram #sewtheprecious which is to celebrate the special fabric you’ve bought and stashed, to actually use it so you can wear it.
The next project after this is the red velvet suit, which I want to wear on my birthday in April. Perhaps with a fascinator. Still want to wear a sequin shirt with it but will most likely be something else.
Not much else beyond focusing on the dress, but in the process of frogging the purple pullover. I didn’t make it big enough for my shoulders, which is the widest part of me. Shoulders should not be four inches wider than my hips but my body is my body. Top down evades me, so always start bottom upwards.