So, Sew

After more than six months of being happily unemployed, I started thinking I should be more productive, make better use of my time.  Seems after cleaning, baking, cooking and cross-stitching, I still had a couple of hours to fill.  What to do?  So, sew.  Once upon a time I sewed and was pretty good at it.  I stared into the closet at my old machine, held on to for sentimental reasons.  It was a gift from my daddy nearly 30 years ago.  The last time I used it, at least ten years ago, it would only sew backwards.  Repairing it would be expensive.  Then an idea struck me.  I'll just ask the husband for a new sewing machine for my birthday!  Of course, when I asked, he had a startled look on his face.  Can you picture it?  Since it has always been my rule never to receive gifts that require being plugged into an electrical outlet, he was certain I was testing him.  Ah, ramblings.  Good name for my blog. 

New sewing machine. Perfect sewing area set up in the basement.  Patterns and fabric to make clothes for my precious granddaughter.  Cutting out the pattern wasn't so bad, considering my dull sewing scissors have cut wrapping paper, newspaper clippings, price tags,  anything but cloth over the last 20 years.  Mark the pattern?  Why?  I was such a good seamstress all those years ago.  Yes.  Mark the pattern next time genius.

Finally, sewing.  The little pockets were to be top stitched onto the front of the dress.  Oh my!  Top stitching after all these years of not sewing.  After going back to MARK the pocket placement, off I went.  Beautiful!  Every stitch in line!  Perfect!  On the WRONG side!  Righted that "wrong".  Things were going smoothly until time to attach the yoke.  It is now attached after countless trips to the basement to stare at it, trying to figure it out.  I'll finish this little dress after church today and move bravely to my next project.

I was thinking when I got up at 4:00 this morning, perhaps I'll make orange marmalade this week in what's left of my spare time.

Much To Talk About

My daugher suggested months ago that I should start a blog.  It seemed like a good idea because I always have much to say.  But I wondered if anyone would be interested.  Interested or not, I have decided to do this.

What to talk about?  The 'joie de vivre" as a result being unemployed? Of not working outside the home, finally, after all these years?  My baking venture, Butter Me Up Baked Delights?  The joy and elation I find in everyday domesticity?  My family?  Maybe I'll talk about them all, as it suits me and maybe someone will find it interesting.  I'll think on this a bit more and start writing the details of my life tomorrow.