I had a triumph with the rolled hem foot for my sewing machine recently. (I celebrate all victories great and small). I weakened on my pledge not to buy more fabric when I saw William Morris lawn, and bought 40 cm. Home made hankies. I haven’t made any for years. I remember hand hemming handkerchiefs as a project with my grandmother. She knew children should be seen and not heard! But she also liked to share her skills and upgrade ours, and I think she loved the fact that I was keen to learn. My sisters were less enthusiastic, and better at sport than stitchery. The other grandmother thought playing in the garden was a fine thing for children, and her garden had chooks and passionfruit in it, always an incentive!
Another recent project has been dealing with the ironing board. How did it spring a hole??? No one here is claiming responsibility.
The new one is a bark cloth I’ve had for years since it came home from an op shop. I can’t tell whether it was a little curtain or perhaps a cloth for a small table. It was hemmed in a very parsimonious way, presumably by someone else who thought this was a pretty lovely fabric.
So easy and satisfying! Instructions can be found here, and demonstrate that my last cover lasted only a year. Hopefully this fabric hasn’t been pinned over a window… or I will be making another cover all too soon.
And finally, all the bits and pieces of upholstery weight fabric that have been slowly coming together into this
I mean, this… (we have this cat on loan. Most of the time she is delightful, though she has different ideas than I do about what should be done with paper patterns, yarn, thread, fabric and other things that cause us both excitement).
Have now become yet another bag, of suitable heft and gloriousness. I have a feeling it won’t be warming my place for long.