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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Hemming and (yee)hawing.

I just finished hemming the first pair of Middlest's new slacks. It's a task I don't mind doing if there's no hurry. Pin baste. Try on. Thread baste. Try on. Now with the other shoes, please. No, I insist. I want to see how they hang in taller shoes. Yes, you're right, they do need to be a quarter of an inch longer. Pull the basting threads. Re-pin. Thread baste again. Press the hemlines so they're nice and crisp. Turn the slacks inside out and pin baste two inches from the new hemlines. Trim off the excess. Pull the basting threads. Fold the raw edge to meet the pressed line. Pin baste. Fill a bobbin. Thread the sewing machine. Stitch the first hem. And the second. Press the creases with a nice burst of steam. Unplug the iron. Hand the slacks off to a pleased and grateful Middlest. Ta-daaa!

Just enough fiddliness to be satisfying. An evening well spent.

We are going to Firstborn's tomorrow for Thanksgiving dinner. I picked up the makings for my sweet potato and mandarin orange casserole. I'll do that tomorrow. I also picked up a 10" pumpkin pie for Middlest and Fourthborn and me to share.

The big rolling chair that has been hulking in a corner of my studio, works very well as a sewing chair. Especially after I hiked the seat up a good six inches. Because I am not twelve feet tall, and it's hard to sew when the sewing surface on my machine is about eye-level.

I slept so well last night. Hoping for more of the same tonight.

Happy almost-Thanksgiving, y'all.

1 comment:

Tan said...

Happy Thanksgiving!