Monday, January 4, 2016

Making and favorites


I've been making things. Crafting. Handpiecing.

And knitting. And napping. And drinking coffee.

My handsome boy built me this serving tray for christmas. I know, right? He told me he saw one in a fancy store, a wood tray with twig handles, and thought to himself, "I can make that." That thrills me to no end. He said, "Now you can have breakfast in bed." Well, yes please! I'll have toast with jam, and a side of bacon. And coffee. I can't even tell you how much I love this. My boy makes beautiful things.

I made a dress, but it didn't really work out for me. I'll try again. In the meantime, I went rogue and got out the big paper and drew my own pattern.

It fits better, and it seems like one of these days I'm going to learn that this is how I should do things. I know there are ways to modify sewing patterns to ensure a good fit--heck, I do that all the time in knitting--but I do not have the sewing skills to do it in fabric. I really want to know how. I hear people talking about making a muslin, and I have tried to do it, but I just don't get it. I think I'm just going to do it myself. There really must be a Craftsy class or something--I know I've talked about this before--and I'm putting that on my list of things to do this year. Figure out how to make clothes that fit me.

Also, this:

My beautiful girl gave me this. Listen, I can't even. Okay. This is my favorite book of all time, and I have a few copies, tattered and dog-eared--I have read and re-read this sweet, gorgeous, funny story so many times I can't remember not having read it, and it means so much to me--and I have over the years said that I wished I could have a really beautiful edition of this lovely book. How much I would love that. And she, when in her local bookstore in Philadelphia, remembered that I said that, and that I love this book like no other, and she, who has never read it herself [still working on that] and to whom it means nothing [again, working on it] bought it for me, with money she earns herself, to give to me for christmas. I know. I know! I felt understood. Which is the best gift in the world. What's your mom's favorite book? Do you know?