Someone asked me about sewing productively, and I deflected with the promise of a room tour video, which I finally got together this week
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Friday, August 16, 2019
More Light Improvement
I got a(n) LED bulb for my sewing machine!
I would have preferred a cooler color temperature, but I'm still really happy that I could walk into the big box hardware store and find a bulb that fits my machine, because of course this machine needs a base size that's smaller (candelabra) than what the sewing machine supply sites seem to stock (intermediate.) (It's a threaded base instead of a bayonet like the bulb I still had in my stash for past machines I've had, too.)
Between this and the chandelier, I know a lot more about lights than I feel like I should.
All the cloth bits are for doll clothes, to finish up the last big trade I have going--when that's done, I can get back to random sewing!
I would have preferred a cooler color temperature, but I'm still really happy that I could walk into the big box hardware store and find a bulb that fits my machine, because of course this machine needs a base size that's smaller (candelabra) than what the sewing machine supply sites seem to stock (intermediate.) (It's a threaded base instead of a bayonet like the bulb I still had in my stash for past machines I've had, too.)
Between this and the chandelier, I know a lot more about lights than I feel like I should.
All the cloth bits are for doll clothes, to finish up the last big trade I have going--when that's done, I can get back to random sewing!
Friday, August 9, 2019
This is Not a Home Dec Blog
But this is about the sewing room, so a note will be made here.
This room was lit by an ignominious boob light
(yes, a whole 99¢, and that included not only the light fixture itself, but also two LED bulbs and a whole lot of dead moths.)
There was, however, no simple "swap" involved--this thing had to be rewired (hissssss) and I ditched the shade, because I didn't want to feel like a UFO was hovering overhead . I looked at glass shades in one of the big box hardware stores and decided to keep looking, because, if I was going to spend Real Money, I should get shades that I Really Liked. Then I visited another thrift store (a whole two days after buying the light) and, heh, whaddaya know, there was a set of three glass shades for $2. When I'm not spending Real Money, I'm not nearly as picky.
I was willing to try to rewire this by myself, but Husband pitched in and, despite all the cursing, it got rewired and hung a lot faster than if I had been working alone.
And he also convinced me to splurge a few dollars and get the not-absolutely-cheapest dimmable 800 lumen LED lights, making the total cost spent on this right around $25
And it is wonderful. The three 60W-equivalent daylight bulbs are a lot brighter and more appealing to me than the two 60W equivalent (but lower lumen) warm bulbs that had been in the boob light.
I plan to get a dimmer switch, too--part of the reason I didn't use the original light a lot was because, in the evening when I'm not working on projects, I don't want super bright light...but there's really no place to put a lamp near my computer, so I generally typed by squinting in the dark, because the other lamps in the room work very well for illuminating tasks, but not so well for ambient lighting. I had been thinking of getting an RGB keyboard, but, the cost of this light project + a dimmer switch will be less... And I get a nice non-boob light.
This room was lit by an ignominious boob light
Which of course illuminated the room in a perfectly serviceable manner--and, anyway, most craft activities were performed under task lights, so general illumination wasn't so important.
Still.
Boob light.
Most DIY-for-cheap blogs enthusiastically endorse the act of acquiring a nice drum-shaped lamp shade and attaching that to conceal the boob shape. I visited local thrift stores every week in search of a suitable shade, with a vague hope that I could find an entire light fixture that could be swapped in instead.
And, before I found a suitable shade, I did indeed find a light fixture:
There was, however, no simple "swap" involved--this thing had to be rewired (hissssss) and I ditched the shade, because I didn't want to feel like a UFO was hovering overhead . I looked at glass shades in one of the big box hardware stores and decided to keep looking, because, if I was going to spend Real Money, I should get shades that I Really Liked. Then I visited another thrift store (a whole two days after buying the light) and, heh, whaddaya know, there was a set of three glass shades for $2. When I'm not spending Real Money, I'm not nearly as picky.
I was willing to try to rewire this by myself, but Husband pitched in and, despite all the cursing, it got rewired and hung a lot faster than if I had been working alone.
And he also convinced me to splurge a few dollars and get the not-absolutely-cheapest dimmable 800 lumen LED lights, making the total cost spent on this right around $25
I plan to get a dimmer switch, too--part of the reason I didn't use the original light a lot was because, in the evening when I'm not working on projects, I don't want super bright light...but there's really no place to put a lamp near my computer, so I generally typed by squinting in the dark, because the other lamps in the room work very well for illuminating tasks, but not so well for ambient lighting. I had been thinking of getting an RGB keyboard, but, the cost of this light project + a dimmer switch will be less... And I get a nice non-boob light.
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
Redestashing
About six months ago, I did a big cloth destash. I was pretty good after that at resisting bringing home any more cloth--sure, a few doll friends sent me a few bits of doll-appropriate cloth, but that was easy enough to add to the (admittedly, already overflowing) open suitcase that has held doll cloth that had been either also given by generous doll people, or else that came from the thrift store cloth grab bags that were my downfall.
Then, another doll friend visited from out of state, bringing about nine large plastic storage tubs' worth of cloth (and one more tub's worth of lace, elastic, thread, buttons, and zippers.) I knew she was bringing some cloth, but that level of generosity was overwhelming! (I believe the cloth and notions had belonged to a relative who had been a bit of a hoarder,)
I was immensely grateful and spent a fun few days taking over the living room and sorting everything. I separated out the wearable clothes (there is so much yardage in my life that, unless the clothing is already severely damage or made of something I am specifically looking for, I feel better letting the clothes be clothes--and several of the pieces fit! The kiddo is wearing a shirt from there now, too.) I separated out the household linens, which included several table cloths (some of which are lovely vintage items that I really want to figure out how to safely remove the stains that may be older than I am), some Incredibly 1970s bed sheets and curtains, a few blankets, and a stack of napkins and dish towels, many of which were in the vague color scheme I like for the kitchen, and the timing was fantastic because the napkins I'd made about four years ago, and the dish towels that I bought longer ago than that, really weren't looking good any more. But these new-to-me napkins and dish towels make me happy!
There were also two rugs, which both quickly found spaces in the home.
And then there was the rest, the stuff for sewing: clothes that had already been cut into, and proper yardage. So much yardage. I separated that into "tiny pieces suitable for doll clothes," "yardage that looks useful, but isn't inspiring me at the moment," and "WOW that is AMAZING" (OK, and also a very small pile of "heavily textured 1970s synthetics that, with all due respect, I don't ever want to touch again.") I put the "useful but uninspiring" things back into some storage tubs, which are now in the basement, and brought the pile of WOW in here, to take up a lot of space while I tried to figure out how to store it.
I finally realized that what I had to do was to go through my cloth again--all of it this time--and destash for the second time this year.
I removed this much
That's two stacks that are roughly 18" tall each. They just about filled two of the large plastic storage tubs. Most of what's visible came from thrift store fabric grab bags. Maybe I've learned my lesson on those...
I was able to work the WOW cloth into the spaces where the goodbye cloth had been, and I decided to re-stack just about everything. The interesting bed sheets and tablecloths and such went into the top of the closet with the blanket tops I've made (and the sheets thrifted to use as their backs), and some of the more utilitarian cloth (like the four yard cut of vinyl/oilcloth) went into the bed-in-a-bag bags that had been holding a lot of the cloth that got destashed. (and that black trunk visible in the goodbye cloth piles picture--a trunk which arrived full of buttons and zippers and thread and more--replaced the plastic tub that had been holding my cloth scraps. The trunk is possibly precariously balanced on the closet's wire shelf, but it will be easier to get out than the plastic tub was...if I don't drop it on my head in the process.)
And the rest...
OK, technically not all of the rest--I didn't touch the top of the shelving unit, with the wool and the faux fur and the jaquard/tapestry pieces. Someday...
Anyway, I wanted to document this, because I know it won't stay this tidy for long. And it is so pleasantly tidy
Then, another doll friend visited from out of state, bringing about nine large plastic storage tubs' worth of cloth (and one more tub's worth of lace, elastic, thread, buttons, and zippers.) I knew she was bringing some cloth, but that level of generosity was overwhelming! (I believe the cloth and notions had belonged to a relative who had been a bit of a hoarder,)
I was immensely grateful and spent a fun few days taking over the living room and sorting everything. I separated out the wearable clothes (there is so much yardage in my life that, unless the clothing is already severely damage or made of something I am specifically looking for, I feel better letting the clothes be clothes--and several of the pieces fit! The kiddo is wearing a shirt from there now, too.) I separated out the household linens, which included several table cloths (some of which are lovely vintage items that I really want to figure out how to safely remove the stains that may be older than I am), some Incredibly 1970s bed sheets and curtains, a few blankets, and a stack of napkins and dish towels, many of which were in the vague color scheme I like for the kitchen, and the timing was fantastic because the napkins I'd made about four years ago, and the dish towels that I bought longer ago than that, really weren't looking good any more. But these new-to-me napkins and dish towels make me happy!
And then there was the rest, the stuff for sewing: clothes that had already been cut into, and proper yardage. So much yardage. I separated that into "tiny pieces suitable for doll clothes," "yardage that looks useful, but isn't inspiring me at the moment," and "WOW that is AMAZING" (OK, and also a very small pile of "heavily textured 1970s synthetics that, with all due respect, I don't ever want to touch again.") I put the "useful but uninspiring" things back into some storage tubs, which are now in the basement, and brought the pile of WOW in here, to take up a lot of space while I tried to figure out how to store it.
I finally realized that what I had to do was to go through my cloth again--all of it this time--and destash for the second time this year.
I removed this much
I was able to work the WOW cloth into the spaces where the goodbye cloth had been, and I decided to re-stack just about everything. The interesting bed sheets and tablecloths and such went into the top of the closet with the blanket tops I've made (and the sheets thrifted to use as their backs), and some of the more utilitarian cloth (like the four yard cut of vinyl/oilcloth) went into the bed-in-a-bag bags that had been holding a lot of the cloth that got destashed. (and that black trunk visible in the goodbye cloth piles picture--a trunk which arrived full of buttons and zippers and thread and more--replaced the plastic tub that had been holding my cloth scraps. The trunk is possibly precariously balanced on the closet's wire shelf, but it will be easier to get out than the plastic tub was...if I don't drop it on my head in the process.)
And the rest...
Anyway, I wanted to document this, because I know it won't stay this tidy for long. And it is so pleasantly tidy
Friday, July 19, 2019
BEES!
I have been sewing--mostly doll clothes for a big trade (and I still need to do more of that), and a start at a purse that I allowed myself to put aside for a while (but I am happy with how it's going so far! I just...kinda got tired of working on it.)
And I had a vague notion that I would like to replace the thing I keep my sewing machine feet in for easy access. It was fine for years, but then it got to this point
which felt too crowded. So I decided to add "slightly less small divided plastic (or maybe even wood/bamboo) tray" to my thrift wish list.
Which is why I almost didn't get this
because it was not until after I had sadly decided that I didn't need a lovely glass candy dish that my brain said, "well, unless it could hold the presser feet?" (And that was a while after I said "Bees!" out loud--although quietly--when I first picked it up.)
So I bought it and took it home and cleaned it up (it was very dusty and did indeed appear to have little bits of hard candy stuck inside.) Finding information about it was really easy, even with the lack of maker marks--it was made by Indiana Glass for direct sales through Tiara home parties between 1970 and 1999 in 29 different colors, inspired by a candy dish they had made in the early 1900s (the originals had flared feet.) And it was roomy enough for my presser foot jumble.
But...I didn't relish the idea of the steel feet sliding around on the smooth glass, so I decided I should make an insert. At first I had a plan for something divided, like the small tray I was growing out of, but I eventually settled on making a small pad instead.
And making it from velvet.
And quilting it.
Now, me being me, I did it as slapdash as possible--a scrap of very rumpled velvet, generously gifted by a friend (along with about...ah...ten 18 gallon tubs of other textiles, including many amazing vintage pieces) was chosen and not in any way pressed, and neither did I think about the fact that the thread in my machine was purple so I probably should have used some of the purple velvet or velveteen instead, and, mark the center lines? Why?
So I ended up with this
which I trimmed to this
(my still life lies, I trimmed the edges with a rotary cutter and rounded the corners with shears)
I stitched it to a piece of something medium-weight and synthetic, with a tiny B&W check, that I forgot to photograph
Oh! And, I haven't mentioned, I used some polar fleece instead of batting, because I couldn't remember where I had put my bag of batting scraps. (My sewing space needs a serious re-arranging right now--did I mention the ±180 gallons of textiles? Which the piece of fleece was also part of. Many thanks!)
I placed everything inside, and I'm sure they will eventually find their Appropriate Spots
Bees!
I have not yet sewn with a need to use anything from this, so I haven't had a chance to find out whether or not it was an actually good idea. But, it makes me happy to look at!
...as does the top of this table, which was another recent thrift find.
I had, for a while, not been happy with the cheap laminate wood grain print on the computer desk I had been using as my sewing desk. I thought about covering it with something, but, honestly, I wasn't really happy with the Very Early 2000s Aesthetic of it overall, either.
And then Husband got interested in building computers again, and got to a point where he was committed to having a good computer on the main floor (instead of just the basement), which meant that the small folding table he had been using as his "temporary" computer desk was starting to feel a bit too unstable (especially when the Kiddo was near.)
Nowwww, a while ago, I had happened upon a table in a thrift store--a table that looked and felt like it had escaped a restaurant, with a heavy laminated top and two sturdy legs with broad T bases, all in black, and I snapped it up and (politely) made somebody find a screwdriver so I could take it apart and get it into my car. The sole goal for that table was to replace the little cheap computer desk the Kiddo's computer had been on, and it's still doing that, holding everything wonderfully solidly. (We have had to ask him not to sit on the desktop, though, because we don't want to take any chances. Not that the table seemed to notice the extra weight of a whole ¾-size human on it.)
So, when Husband started expressing interest in getting a proper desk for his new computer, I said I'd keep an eye out in thrift stores (while he looked at new options.) We didn't expect I'd find another escaped restaurant table, but I did have the idea that, if I found any table that I liked, I could put my sewing machines on that and then he could use the computer desk that had been in here.
Obviously, that's what happened...eventually. I had dashed into the thrift store and there was a really dubious looking old table, with a metal-edged laminate top supported by Queen Anne-style cabriole legs. It was beat up, it was wobbly, and it was $15.
I didn't get it.
But I thought about it all week, and I decided I'd go back to see if it was still there, and I'd take a pair of pliers with me to take off the legs so I could get it into my car. It was indeed still there! And the price was half off! I had it purchased, disassembled, and in my car as fast as I could.
When I put it back together, I realized that it was not, as it had first appeared, an ill-advised merging of the remains of two different, stylistically discordant tables, but instead was one complete (well, minus the leaf) original table, and it was very probably a decade older than I had thought.
Which made it all the better.
(and it was considerably less wobbly after I re-attached the legs.)
This was taken before I managed to mount the power strip on the inside of the table apron--I used the screws that had been partly holding the very broken support for the missing leaf, so it was really nice knowing I wouldn't accidentally go all the way through the wood, because they were of course just the right length.
Yes, the sewing machine and the serger are closer together now, but I'm pretty sure they've been that close before with no problems. The overall surface area is a bit larger now, and, who knows, maybe I'll rig up a leaf for it someday--this laminate pattern is available again in several Retro collections, but, also, the idea of a strip of something completely different is appealing...like...really really appealing...hmm...
Anyway! I am indeed very happy with this table. (And Husband is very happy with the computer desk he got out of it, too.)
And I had a vague notion that I would like to replace the thing I keep my sewing machine feet in for easy access. It was fine for years, but then it got to this point
Which is why I almost didn't get this
So I bought it and took it home and cleaned it up (it was very dusty and did indeed appear to have little bits of hard candy stuck inside.) Finding information about it was really easy, even with the lack of maker marks--it was made by Indiana Glass for direct sales through Tiara home parties between 1970 and 1999 in 29 different colors, inspired by a candy dish they had made in the early 1900s (the originals had flared feet.) And it was roomy enough for my presser foot jumble.
But...I didn't relish the idea of the steel feet sliding around on the smooth glass, so I decided I should make an insert. At first I had a plan for something divided, like the small tray I was growing out of, but I eventually settled on making a small pad instead.
And making it from velvet.
And quilting it.
Now, me being me, I did it as slapdash as possible--a scrap of very rumpled velvet, generously gifted by a friend (along with about...ah...ten 18 gallon tubs of other textiles, including many amazing vintage pieces) was chosen and not in any way pressed, and neither did I think about the fact that the thread in my machine was purple so I probably should have used some of the purple velvet or velveteen instead, and, mark the center lines? Why?
So I ended up with this
which I trimmed to this
I stitched it to a piece of something medium-weight and synthetic, with a tiny B&W check, that I forgot to photograph
I placed everything inside, and I'm sure they will eventually find their Appropriate Spots
Bees!
I have not yet sewn with a need to use anything from this, so I haven't had a chance to find out whether or not it was an actually good idea. But, it makes me happy to look at!
...as does the top of this table, which was another recent thrift find.
I had, for a while, not been happy with the cheap laminate wood grain print on the computer desk I had been using as my sewing desk. I thought about covering it with something, but, honestly, I wasn't really happy with the Very Early 2000s Aesthetic of it overall, either.
And then Husband got interested in building computers again, and got to a point where he was committed to having a good computer on the main floor (instead of just the basement), which meant that the small folding table he had been using as his "temporary" computer desk was starting to feel a bit too unstable (especially when the Kiddo was near.)
Nowwww, a while ago, I had happened upon a table in a thrift store--a table that looked and felt like it had escaped a restaurant, with a heavy laminated top and two sturdy legs with broad T bases, all in black, and I snapped it up and (politely) made somebody find a screwdriver so I could take it apart and get it into my car. The sole goal for that table was to replace the little cheap computer desk the Kiddo's computer had been on, and it's still doing that, holding everything wonderfully solidly. (We have had to ask him not to sit on the desktop, though, because we don't want to take any chances. Not that the table seemed to notice the extra weight of a whole ¾-size human on it.)
So, when Husband started expressing interest in getting a proper desk for his new computer, I said I'd keep an eye out in thrift stores (while he looked at new options.) We didn't expect I'd find another escaped restaurant table, but I did have the idea that, if I found any table that I liked, I could put my sewing machines on that and then he could use the computer desk that had been in here.
Obviously, that's what happened...eventually. I had dashed into the thrift store and there was a really dubious looking old table, with a metal-edged laminate top supported by Queen Anne-style cabriole legs. It was beat up, it was wobbly, and it was $15.
I didn't get it.
But I thought about it all week, and I decided I'd go back to see if it was still there, and I'd take a pair of pliers with me to take off the legs so I could get it into my car. It was indeed still there! And the price was half off! I had it purchased, disassembled, and in my car as fast as I could.
When I put it back together, I realized that it was not, as it had first appeared, an ill-advised merging of the remains of two different, stylistically discordant tables, but instead was one complete (well, minus the leaf) original table, and it was very probably a decade older than I had thought.
Which made it all the better.
This was taken before I managed to mount the power strip on the inside of the table apron--I used the screws that had been partly holding the very broken support for the missing leaf, so it was really nice knowing I wouldn't accidentally go all the way through the wood, because they were of course just the right length.
Yes, the sewing machine and the serger are closer together now, but I'm pretty sure they've been that close before with no problems. The overall surface area is a bit larger now, and, who knows, maybe I'll rig up a leaf for it someday--this laminate pattern is available again in several Retro collections, but, also, the idea of a strip of something completely different is appealing...like...really really appealing...hmm...
Anyway! I am indeed very happy with this table. (And Husband is very happy with the computer desk he got out of it, too.)
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Destashing
A few months ago, a few people came over to Do Doll Things, and one of them had been organizing and had a car load of fabric (and craft books) for everyone else to pick from--anything left was getting donated on the way home.
The same people are coming over again this weekend, and I've taken it as an opportunity to sort out some cloth that I've haphazardly acquired (mostly via thrift grab bags) that I know I will not use. No, not even as hypothetical sewing for other people. I will freely offer this cloth, and then the rest will be donated.
Please note that all those 'bed-in-a-bag' bags were originally the containers for the thrift cloth grab bags. And there is good stuff in there! It's just not me. (and the cardboard box on the left is full of patterns to give away.)
And I have a lot of cloth left. A lot. The main difference is that it now all fits into the allotted storage spaces.
Yeah that's not pretty, but it's still way better than it was.
The bits inside the table are mostly intended for larger projects, like curtains and patchwork blanket tops, although there are also lengths that currently have no clear use (including some of the cloth chosen by the kiddo for potential Obnoxious Shirts, which he may or may not be interested in any longer.) The suitcase cloth is largely bits that have been sent to me for doll use, as well as cloth from the doll person's destash, and, yes, thrift store grab bag cloth. I really do have the (possibly deluded) idea that I can sew through enough of this that I can put away the suitcase and work the last bits of this cloth into the dresser that holds the doll cloth I've (mostly) acquired intentionally
Yeah, it's full. And the box on the left, with the three round stickers, is full of fancy embroidered interior dec samples and vintage handkerchiefs, because, y'know. Sewing.
Still, it's a nice feeling to be approaching the end of my "three months of no buying cloth or dolls" experiment and be...eliminating cloth...?
Now, to work on using what I do have.
The same people are coming over again this weekend, and I've taken it as an opportunity to sort out some cloth that I've haphazardly acquired (mostly via thrift grab bags) that I know I will not use. No, not even as hypothetical sewing for other people. I will freely offer this cloth, and then the rest will be donated.
And I have a lot of cloth left. A lot. The main difference is that it now all fits into the allotted storage spaces.
Yeah that's not pretty, but it's still way better than it was.
The bits inside the table are mostly intended for larger projects, like curtains and patchwork blanket tops, although there are also lengths that currently have no clear use (including some of the cloth chosen by the kiddo for potential Obnoxious Shirts, which he may or may not be interested in any longer.) The suitcase cloth is largely bits that have been sent to me for doll use, as well as cloth from the doll person's destash, and, yes, thrift store grab bag cloth. I really do have the (possibly deluded) idea that I can sew through enough of this that I can put away the suitcase and work the last bits of this cloth into the dresser that holds the doll cloth I've (mostly) acquired intentionally
Yeah, it's full. And the box on the left, with the three round stickers, is full of fancy embroidered interior dec samples and vintage handkerchiefs, because, y'know. Sewing.
Still, it's a nice feeling to be approaching the end of my "three months of no buying cloth or dolls" experiment and be...eliminating cloth...?
Now, to work on using what I do have.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Little Refreshes
So, Tumblr user FallenWithStyle posted a picture of her adorable cat flopped on her ironing board, and I noticed that we have the same iron, which led to follow up pictures of the fortune cookie slips she taped to the iron (no, really, it makes complete sense), which led me to decide that it would be fun to put stickers on my iron. Which I did today.
And then I decided that, if I wanted to take pictures of this iron in its native habitat, then I really should make a new ironing board cover . The cover I'd been using was not only stained, but it also didn't fit with my current aesthetic mode and it was just a pillowcase sloppily safety-pinned in place, anyway. Heh. So I cut it off in a way that could be used as a pattern and improvised my way into a new, neutral, elasticized replacement with which I'm very happy. (No pictures of just the cover, though. That seemed a bit too boring even for me.)
Then, since I had the stickers out, it seemed like a good idea to replace some of the worn and faded old stickers on my serger. I had, once upon a time, thought about removing all of the stickers, but they've been on so long that the bare plastic is more or less its original color where they were and yellowed where they weren't. So, hey, since it's splotchy anyway, might as well add more stickers, right?
I'm still working on removing dried paper and adhesive residue where one sticker wrapped around a corner...and then probably a lot more stickers that aren't visible here, because I've learned that paper stickers don't always hold up well--clear plastic and holographic foil stickers are the way to go. *nods*
As long as I was taking a picture of the serger, might as well take a picture of the lockstitch machine.
I thrifted this machine almost three years ago and still adore it. The bobbin area is very quiet--I tend to think it's out of thread when it's not. (The noisiest part of it is the badly-designed-attachment of the plate on the handwheel side, which wants to rattle/buzz alarmingly at certain speeds. That was solved by strategic application of a length of washi tape.) When the bobbin does start to get noisy, that means it's time to clean out the lint...
And, finally, I took a picture of this just 'cause
It's probably one of my favorite sewing gadgety things. Does anyone else have one of these?
And then I decided that, if I wanted to take pictures of this iron in its native habitat, then I really should make a new ironing board cover . The cover I'd been using was not only stained, but it also didn't fit with my current aesthetic mode and it was just a pillowcase sloppily safety-pinned in place, anyway. Heh. So I cut it off in a way that could be used as a pattern and improvised my way into a new, neutral, elasticized replacement with which I'm very happy. (No pictures of just the cover, though. That seemed a bit too boring even for me.)
Then, since I had the stickers out, it seemed like a good idea to replace some of the worn and faded old stickers on my serger. I had, once upon a time, thought about removing all of the stickers, but they've been on so long that the bare plastic is more or less its original color where they were and yellowed where they weren't. So, hey, since it's splotchy anyway, might as well add more stickers, right?
As long as I was taking a picture of the serger, might as well take a picture of the lockstitch machine.
And, finally, I took a picture of this just 'cause
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Busy with the sewing *room*
Husband and I decided to swap hobby rooms, exchanging his gaming books in the odd bedroom upstairs for my sewing and doll stuff in the odd bedroom in the basement. So now I don't have to be a basement hermit when I sew, yay.
Here's the sewing desk, cheerful by the window, although it's a north-facing window, so there won't ever be a lot of direct sunlight in here, which, ah, is good in terms of keeping things from fading...? I'm not sure if I'll fill that currently-blank wall with pictures--I certainly have enough that I could fill it, either with lots of small or with one huge, but I kinda like the idea of having one wall not punctured with nail holes. (There aren't many of those in his house *grin*)
Looking to the left of the space above, you'll see the door to the strangely-large closet and the old display shelves now holding my cloth:
Ooh, that's messy. Um. Well, the stuff stacked in front is all destined for eBay, so it will go away. Eventually. On the other side of this closet is the dresser that holds all my doll-specific cloth, now crowned with the doll photo stage:
...and next to that, just visible at the left edge of the photo, is the file cabinet with my patterns and interfacing and ironing accessories. (On the right are the pictures I mentioned that could fill the blank walls...)
And, lessee, what else... Oh, yeah, zippers and notions and extra machine feet and serger cones and the like are in various decorative boxes on the bookcases by the sewing machines, along with a few sewing books
but the eye tends not to be drawn to those.
So, now, all I need is to get over this nasty cold and actually want to sew again. Yay.
Looking to the left of the space above, you'll see the door to the strangely-large closet and the old display shelves now holding my cloth:
And, lessee, what else... Oh, yeah, zippers and notions and extra machine feet and serger cones and the like are in various decorative boxes on the bookcases by the sewing machines, along with a few sewing books
but the eye tends not to be drawn to those.
So, now, all I need is to get over this nasty cold and actually want to sew again. Yay.
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