Weigel’s, of antipodean fashion fame in the early to mid-century. I have the best co-workers, this is on loan from one of the other teachers where I work. It was her mother’s. The pattern has no instructions, just some hand-written notes on the pattern pieces. I should be able to figure it out, right? Right?? I kind of want to halt all other projects and make it with this bengaline (from another co-worker):
I haven’t sewn a stitch since my staycation. I think I may start getting up at 5am in order to have free time before I’m exhausted.
Last night I decided the insidious clutter in my fabric cabinet must be affecting my mojo, so I pulled everything out and piled them in the livingroom. If I create a mess like that, it forces me to work through it in a timely manner. Husband didn’t bat an eyelash.
Most of that comes from inheritance, upcycling or scrap. I re-discovered an entire Amy Butler Messenger Bag, cut and ready to be sewn, 40-something rectangular pieces carefully labeled.
As I’m nearly finished with two quilts, I can’t help planning quilts for next year. Since nothing else sounded very interesting, I sorted out blue scraps for a Storm at Sea quilt. I have have more than enough and plan to use jerseys (interfaced), linens, denims, everything I have.
So there I have it, and there I leave it. The quilts will be pinned this week, but I’m dragging my feet about any other sewing.