I made some progress on the nightgown today. It's hard to see but I even got the three buttonholes put in. The buttonholer I use (gotta be careful with that word, eh?) is such a clunky old thing and it isn't a Singer product but made by a company called Greist. Oddly enough, our family was briefly related to the Greist (of buttonholer fame) family. It's not my story to tell but anyway, those are the barest of bones and it is true.And it is also true that although the attachment is clunky, it makes fine buttonholes and I can't help but get a little thrill every time I manage to put it all together on my machine and use it correctly. Once you have it set where it needs to go on the garment, you just mash the pedal with your foot and as if by loud, clicky, magic a buttonhole is created right before your very eyes!
So except for sewing on the buttons, the yoke of the nightgown is finished. I am afraid that I did not buy enough of the pretty trim as by the time I was giving the cutting lady my requirements, my brain was rattling around in my head like a BB in a coconut, completely overstimulated by the amount of merchandise, the people, the choices I had been making. For those of you who have never sewed a garment, one does not just buy a pattern and the material. You have to have the notions, as well. I love that word in sewing. Notions.
Notions are things like thread and trimming, elastic, and buttons. I've always loved buying the notions, matching the thread color to the fabric as closely as possible, picking out the fancy stuff. But yesterday the aisle of laces and trims just overwhelmed me completely. I do like what I bought, though, and if it's not enough, well, either the sleeves or the hem won't have any.
The world will go on.
Besides working on that today I did a little garden mulching and cleaned out the hen house. Fresh straw for all! I really do want to spend more time outside, trimming and fertilizing, cutting back and pruning, weeding and tending. I haven't trimmed back the GeeDee confederate jasmine on the fence in two years and that stuff is going to take the fence DOWN if I don't do it this winter. Now that is a messy job as the plant seeps a milky, sticky sap when it is cut and the tendrils of it get so thick and so twisted and braided among itself that it's like a puzzle, trying to figure out where to use the pruners to my best advantage.
I'll get to it eventually, I'm sure.
Mr. Moon is going to a basketball game at the ridiculously late time of 9:00 tonight which means he'll be leaving here around eight. I've made up a lasagna sort-of casserole to pop into the oven so that he won't have to rush his supper.
The phrase "pop into the oven" makes me feel like Betty Fucking Crocker when I use it. Can't you just see me as a brunette with a clean, starched, red apron on, wearing semi-high heels, pearls, and oven mitts, sliding a lovely casserole into the oven?
Yeah, me either.
The weather is so warm today that I put on an old sleeveless dress that's missing a few buttons with a shirt that has literally worn itself into threads in a few places and when my husband came in the house and first laid eyes on me he said, "Are you going to town?"
This is how low I have sunk in the sartorial department. If I'm not wearing overalls and a holey shirt, then obviously I must be going to town. I feel so sorry for my husband. I remember when I first started feeling invisible due to age and how I resented it. Now I wish I WAS invisible and I dress as if that were the case. As if no one, not even my husband, could see me.
Well, I guess I better go pop that bad boy in the oven. And by the way- I do not even own an oven mitt. Which reminds me- I need to crochet some more potholders.
My work is just never done, is it?
I never realised that Betty Crocker had such a sweet middle name. Funny how it never really caught on but isn't is also Donald Trump's middle name?ReplyDelete
Nice one Pudding!!!! 😂😂😂Delete
Lots of people have the same middle name. Bill Fucking Murray. Keith Fucking Richards. And so forth.Delete
In the case of Trump, of course, the name is not an endearment.
Desperate housewives of Lloyd today! I totally get that blur when you have too many things and lights and people around you. I much prefer catalog or online where I can choose with much less stimulation, visual noise. I'm likely to get what I meant to that way.ReplyDelete
Absolutely. And I keep getting distracted by things that...maybe? someone would like? Which can end up in buying a ton of stuff that really no one wants. Ugh. I am a terrible shopper. Terrible.Delete
That little nightie is going to be so darned cute!ReplyDelete
With all the baking and cooking you do, you're probably a cousin of Betty Crocker! LOL
I'm pretty sure I'm not her granddaughter.Delete
button holes....my Mom taught me how to make them by hand in my youth *training*..... machine is so much easier and looks like that nightie will be lovely! And I had to look up the word *sartorial*.......I get you on that. Same here LOL! Learned a new word today, thanks to you!ReplyDelete
I learned to make buttonholes by hand in Home Ec as we called it then. Because I know the toil it takes, I think I appreciate the Greist even more. Plus, the buttonholes I make with it are a thousand times neater.Delete
You are doing a great job on the nightie, and I admire that you are using a Featherweight. Honestly, sewing and thinking about sewing keeps me on an even keel these days.ReplyDelete
That was my grandmother's! It was made the year of my birth. I love it.Delete
That nightie looks cute. So do you like being comfortable? Or is it that you don't want to let old clothes go? Just curious.ReplyDelete
Both. Yes and yes. Plus, I hate shopping for clothes.Delete
Well, my clothing choices put me beyond having a sartorial department, I am almost ashamed to say...Maggie's pjs are adorable.ReplyDelete
Yes. I'm at the point where basically, I'm just covering my nakedness.Delete
I took your husband's comment as a very dry sense of humour (and I love it). Oh and I just know Maggie will love that nightie - notions or not (I love that word too)!ReplyDelete
He does have a good sense of humor but he was seriously asking me if I was going to town.Delete
"Betty Cracker" made me laugh so hard! Good one!!!ReplyDelete
We southern girls get it.Delete
OK, Mr. Moon made me laugh. Mostly because just about all the clothes I reach for first are threadbare and going ragged. And you forgot the red lipstick in your kitchen goddess description.ReplyDelete
You're right. I forgot the dang lipstick. I suck at Betty Crockering.Delete
You should be getting some oven mitts for Christmas! Do your kids read your blog? Your description of Betty Crocker dressed up while cooking reminded me of June Cleaver. Do you remember that show?ReplyDelete
I keep putting off my cleaning chores so the house will be clean for Christmas - no sense cleaning twice, right? ;)
I don't want oven mitts. They're too bulky.Delete
Of course I remember June Cleaver! And Wally and the Beav and Eddie Haskel. What a great show!
If Christmas magic was real, our houses would clean themselves.
That nightie is the cutest thing ever!ReplyDelete
I hope it comes out okay.Delete