Crafting for winter.
Nov. 15th, 2007 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
parasitegirlI'm taking it easy on the wrist, no complicated crafts.
Alas, my flannel pajamas with the penguins on them are near death. I can ill afford to be without pajamas. I seam ripped the almost threadbare bottoms of my pjs and am now constructing new flannel-lined pajamas. They have to be lined because the fabric that I found isn't warm enough. I need to go back and get some more top fabric because I underestimated how much I'd need. I finished the pants lining today. I do love my serger. It took about 10 minutes.
Behold, my fabric:
Yeah, Alice. Pyschedelic Alice.
Dean Mommy will also be contributing to my winterwear. Today's email tells me:
I sent you a package yesterday. I found a gift for you at a local artisan show. I hope that you enjoy it. Will soon be followed by some very warm moccasins that I am making for you. (Be forewarned.)
Readers new to my blog can be forgiven for wondering why moccasins made by my mother are something I must be warned about. They might even wonder if my hand crafting is something I learned from my mum.
My mother is not gifted in crafts, but this does not stop her. She has taken up knitting and will attack a ball of yarn until it is long enough to be a scarf or square enough to be an afghan square. If the result is in-between or amorphous it is stitched around some catnip and becomes a toy for Ozma, her cat. If you click on the mother tag you'll learn more.
But she is my mother. In the same mail she notes:
"I hope that you can keep busy and happy enough to pass through the Four Evil Dark Months. I am in a pretty good depression-fending-off knitting, photo, reading binge myself. Bought some equipment to cut my own mats. "
Alas, my flannel pajamas with the penguins on them are near death. I can ill afford to be without pajamas. I seam ripped the almost threadbare bottoms of my pjs and am now constructing new flannel-lined pajamas. They have to be lined because the fabric that I found isn't warm enough. I need to go back and get some more top fabric because I underestimated how much I'd need. I finished the pants lining today. I do love my serger. It took about 10 minutes.
Behold, my fabric:
Yeah, Alice. Pyschedelic Alice.
Dean Mommy will also be contributing to my winterwear. Today's email tells me:
I sent you a package yesterday. I found a gift for you at a local artisan show. I hope that you enjoy it. Will soon be followed by some very warm moccasins that I am making for you. (Be forewarned.)
Readers new to my blog can be forgiven for wondering why moccasins made by my mother are something I must be warned about. They might even wonder if my hand crafting is something I learned from my mum.
My mother is not gifted in crafts, but this does not stop her. She has taken up knitting and will attack a ball of yarn until it is long enough to be a scarf or square enough to be an afghan square. If the result is in-between or amorphous it is stitched around some catnip and becomes a toy for Ozma, her cat. If you click on the mother tag you'll learn more.
But she is my mother. In the same mail she notes:
"I hope that you can keep busy and happy enough to pass through the Four Evil Dark Months. I am in a pretty good depression-fending-off knitting, photo, reading binge myself. Bought some equipment to cut my own mats. "
