zipper necklace: better living through design
i might hit the wall when it comes time to putting the zipper into vogue #8425, because i always hated sewing zippers into things.
my mom is the one who taught me to sew & she & i shared many a frustrated day, weekend or late night at the dining room table (i think it was painted olive green) with her sewing machine & dressmaker's pins & scissors & pattern pieces & tailor's chalk.
when i was pinning pattern pieces to fabric this weekend, i was having flashbacks to the old dining room table & how the pins felt when they pushed through the fabric & hit the soft wood. i miss my mom's dressmaker's pins. they were long & sharp & had white ball heads that slipped through fabric with ease. i remember what a difference those pins made so i bought some of my own but my "dressmaker's pins" are cheap things that need elbow grease to push through the fabric.
i was talking to her the other night about #8425 & she shared one of her sewing stories. i think i was in jr. high at the time. she went to the fabric store on new year's eve morning to buy fabric & a pattern to make a chanel-esque jacket & palazzo pants (heh) to wear to a new year's eve party & the ensuing madness, frustration & tears of sewing all day to get the outfit done in time for the party.
i did a lot of crazy-mad-hurried sewing myself back in the day & we were laughing about our shared sewing experiences. i think by now i've changed from hurrying to get it done to who cares if i finish at all. for example when i was ripping out the piping for the 3d time yesterday i had this sudden feeling of urgency like I HAVE TO GET THIS DONE & then i realized NO I DON'T plus WHO NEEDS THIS CRAP & some other stuff.
i almost folded everything up & put it away, but i didn't.
