I'm signing on to the Wardrobe ReFashion challenge for the next four months. The part of the pledge that is important to me is this: I pledge that I shall refashion, renovate, recycle preloved items for myself for the term of my contract. I pledge that I will create or craft items of clothing for myself with my own hands in fabric, yarn or other medium for the term of my contract. You would not think that this is something I would have difficulty with.
I really do need some new clothing. Buying clothing is not an option, the money isn't there, and since my size and shape are not well served by readymade clothing (I’m short and “full figured” with narrow shoulders - I hate having the armhole halfway down my arm), over the years I have gradually increased the percentage of my garments that I make for myself. I've a whole shelf wall of fabric waiting to be cut out and sewed.
I'm feeling discouraged that I've gained weight and my tried and true sewing patterns are all for the body I had 30 pounds ago. I can barely stand the thought of doing that work over again to re-adapt the patterns, and I need to do something soon, I'm down to three jumpers, a few blouses, and one pair of overalls, all seriously wearing thin. My favorite jumper just came out of the laundry with the whole under armhole area shredded away to nothing, the fabric just wore out. I need to just put on my big girl panties and start sewing, but can't seem to get motivated. Sewing was more fun when I wasn't so spherical, I hope this will help me generate some much needed impetus to actually sew.
Sometime last night we became a one hen household. I was asleep, Smokey was asleep, and my hens were asleep. But out there in the urban wilderness, a raccoon was not asleep. And my big Buff Orpington hen is now buried at the foot of my apple tree. She did not get the quick death that I had intended for her, eventually. This morning there was a trail of feathers from the henhouse to behind the shed, and HennyPenny was all upset, running up and down in the chicken yard. Fearing the worst, I looked in the narrow space around the shed and found the body. I don't blame the raccoon, they are just creatures living their lives. I'm trying not to thrash myself, though I apparently forgot to shut the chickenhouse door last night, so can rightfully blame no one else. We live in a world where we are not the only predator, and my moment of irresponsibility had fatal results. Thankfully, my friend Rois was home, and offered to come and help me, since I was not sure how best to remove the "evidence" (a number of the neighbor children like to walk down the alley and watch the chickens) Rois was able to wiggle between the fence and the shed, while I had dug a deep hole at the foot of the espalier apple for Henrietta. We found a large flat green rock in the backyard to place atop her grave. I shall certainly be more careful about making lockdown the chickens a part of the evening routine, and I may move the henhouse closer to the house, when I enclose the side of the backyard for a new chicken run.
I unwind by reading design and house-repair blogs. Found a post on one about the concept of numerology as applied to houses. Take your house number, and add up the digits, then add up those digits, till it is reduced to a single digit. By this method I came up with "3" for Acorn CottageHouse Number 3
This house is one of the happiest ones with a welcome sign on the door. This is the social house. It is a house that is very creative and suites creative tenants. With its unusual design it is the perfect house for entertaining both indoors and outdoors.If you like quiet, do not live next to a three house. For this is a house filled with noise, laughter and extravagant expression. People who live in a three house like to invest within the decorating causing a cluttered and odd style within it's interior. Positive Colour Suggestions: Mauve, Lilac, calming blues and violets.
I found this result to be delightfully silly and strange, since compared to all the other possible digits, this is actually the best match for my house.~ :♥: ~
Smokey is showing some small signs of improvement. This morning she came over to greet me when she could tell I was awake, well actually just barely awake, but the sensation of large dog head and wet dog nose on my outstretched hand was something that had been missing for far too long. (She does the morning and bedtime greeting thing, where she comes over to the bed and either rests her head on the edge, or nudges your outstretched hand) And when I gave a big yawn and stretch before getting up, she responded with the classic canine play bow. We're not out of the woods yet, she is still having "plumbing problems" but it is great to see her acting less geriatric.~ :♥: ~
Must go outside and get some more of the yard hacked back, now that I've figured out how to add more string to the weed wacker. You apparently wind it on just like a sewing machine bobbin made large...
