
A new bag for spring finished last night!When I saw this fabric at DressSew two weeks ago, I knew I had to make something from it – it’s the right weight for anything that you might use denim in….. but I wasn’t sure about making a whole skirt out of it.You can’t tell from the photo, but the flowers are machine embroidered, not printed.
Bag details: Cotton/Poly blend med-weight, interfaced for structure, snap closure on front, self-designed: 1 metre each of exterior fabric and lining fabric totaling $15.
I think my girly-button is a bit small for the size of the bag so I may try to replace it with something else – but otherwise I’ve got a new bag for picnics and beaches. And a shout-out to Vancouver sewists: DressSew has tons of cute fabric in at the moment.
Tonight is my last class, and I’ve been so buried in my paper every available minute the last couple of days that I haven’t been to write here. Now that I’m finished my term paper, “In the Absence of a Creator: A reflection on the modern monster” (an examination of monstrosity in literature in the context of existentialism and a social transition from religion to secular humanism), I can breathe a bit easier. I still have a few journal entries to post before the end of next week, but am feeling otherwise done. Which means that by tomorrow I will have completed my first year of grad school. (Yay me!)
I am clearly starving to read something other than my assigned list, for even as I worked through my paper, I have read two novels and half a short story collection since last Thursday. This is a ridiculous pace even for me, but it’s more fun to read when you don’t have to write about it afterwards! For the record those books are Disgrace by Coetzee, The Book of Illusions by Paul Auster, and Stay Awake by Dan Chaon. I just got the Chaon book out of the library yesterday, but I find his short stories so compelling I can’t put them down. Next on the list is Ali Smith’s There but for the which I also got out of the library – it’s bumping 1Q84 down the queue because I own that one and it doesn’t have a time schedule to be read on.
I’m also looking forward to more gardening and sewing time in the upcoming weeks. Over the weekend I managed to put a lot of seeds and starts into the back garden, and potted up some sweet peas, dahlias and even veggies for spots of colour in the seating areas. I think the next project is going to have be a continuation of our front yard, since I’ve now decided what my next plant purchases for that area will be (two Japanese skimmia and one Witch Hazel tree). I am also mid-way through two tote-bags for a fundraiser – which is reminding me how much I enjoy simple household sewing.
It occurs to me that even though I only took one class per semester, school has taken up a lot of time these past eight months. As much as I have enjoyed being so preoccupied with intellectual pursuits, the balance in my life demands a few months off to just play a bit too. With spring in the air (I could smell it this morning, flowering things must be at their critical mass when the air scent changes) I am amped for a summer of undisciplined pursuits of all kinds!
It’s been ages since I’ve finished any sewing projects – mostly because of school, but also because my sewing machine was running a bit rough. Now that school is almost done for the semester, and I had my sewing machine tuned up last week – I have no excuse!
Starting out simply, I recycled some towels that were on the way to nowheresville and used them to back up some bright quilting fabric to make ultra-absorbent dishtowels. And then I added a few straightforward potholders to the mix and voila! New spring linens for the kitchen with a minimum of work and money. This is some slap-dash sewing, but so satisfying to get a project knocked off in under two hours!
“Holding this book in your hand, sinking back in your soft armchair, you will say to yourself: perhaps it will amuse me. And after you have read this story of great misfortunes, you will no doubt dine well, blaming the author for your own insensitivity, accusing him of wild exaggeration and flights of fancy. But rest assured: this tragedy is not a fiction. All is true.”
Le Père Goriot, Honoré de Balzac
“However gross a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often, under the stress of passion, achieve heights of eloquence, in thought if not in language, and seem to move in some luminous sphere. Goriot’s voice and gesture had at this moment the power of communication that characterizes the great actor. Are not our finer feelings the poems of the human will?”
‘How humiliating,’ he says finally. ‘Such high hopes, and to end like this.’
‘Yes, I agree, it is humiliating. But perhaps that is a good point to start from again. Perhaps that is what I must learn to accept. To start at ground level. With nothing…No cards, no weapons, no property, no rights, no dignity.’
‘Like a dog.’
‘Yes, like a dog.’
An exchange between David Lurie and his daughter Lucy near the end of Disgrace. J.M. Coetzee