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Worm farm covers

I receive a lot of other people’s worn out textiles (and their new ones, for that matter). One use I’ve found for a range of different well-worn fabrics that do not lend themselves to any kind of upcycling, is to make insulating covers for worm farms. I’ve made quite a few of them, but finally it was time for our worms to get their own. The image above is the outer layer of the cover, layered up with dead jumpers, fleecy fabrics and such. I usually then layer over them, worn out t shirts, sheets that are too thin to be made into anything else–so I can stitch them down and hold the main insulation layer in place. Technically, I guess I am constructing a quilt!

Here I am foundation piecing stretch denim onto these other layers. I turn dead jeans made from “rigid” denim into all kinds of things, but stretch denim is not so easy to put to use, and I now receive many pairs of stretch jeans that have clearly had only short lives in use before wearing through or tearing, because the quality of the denim is so often very poor. And, news flash, the the thing that makes those jeans stretch is plastic. Made from oil. Fossil fuel. I would still prefer to use them than have them go to landfill, so here I am, using them. Below is the rectangular side of the cover, with a cut-open t shirt of unknown origin holding down layers of moth-eaten wool and mohair jumpers.

And here is the result, lined with a part-sheet that was gifted to me and still had wear in it. I’ve got to admit that these are hard to make–there are stages in the process where all the seams are thick and some serious wrestling is needed to sew them. And sometimes there are some broken needles and yet more swearing.

But–they do the job well and they keep all kinds of fabrics I can’t find other uses for, out of landfill. They always look wonky, but seriously?? They will now spend years in the sun, wind, and rain. They will be pooped on by possums, birds (and rats, probably). We have two worm farms, because someone down my street dropped by one day having never spoken to me, but having decided I was the type of person who would keep worms. Clearly, she was a good judge of character! She wanted to give me her worm farm, worms and all, and I accepted. So, I made a second cover!

Here is the top of the worm farm insulating blanket in construction, layered up in wooliness. In answer to your question, yes, it does make me sad to cut up jumpers that have sometimes been hand knit with love (and often for specific beloveds). In this case I am not privy to the details. To be honest, I think people give me things that they can’t bear to dispose of, or don’t know how to re-use, in hopes that I will find a way to use them. And the quantity of such things that come to me now motivates me to use them without being too precious. Thanks to ShamselDin Rogers (@shamseldinrogers) I now think of this as #trashsewing.

This is the tricky stage: sewing the sides to the top. Yes, I know that is a beautiful Tiwi Islands fabric in there. I don’t know what it had been used for–perhaps a curtain or a wall hanging in full sun. The printing on it is all that is holding it together, the fibres are so weak. I was so disappointed that I couldn’t use it for something lovely showcasing it, but–I couldn’t. The bright print on the right has had a long life as a pair of pants before ending up with me.

This model has an outer constructed mostly from the canvas I harvested from a duffel bag abandoned in the neighbourhood, and some more harvested from a pair of dead deck chairs I took apart for re-use. A year ago! It feels good to have these fabrics off the floor of my sewing room!

Another progress shot, where you can clearly see how lumpy, bumpy and chunky this is!

And finally, the worm farm has received the disintegrating moth eaten blanket that was covering it before (which the worms and microbes will now consume), and has a nice new covering that will keep the temperature inside a bit more to the liking of the worms through the chill of winter and the heat of summer.

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Fever Dreams 1

Dear and patient readers, thank you, if you’re still here after such a long pause. My sweet companion in sewing was sewing her own creation alongside me today when I finished a thing. She said something like “this deserves a blog post, surely!” and I thought she was right. And so here it is.

I’ve had some very intense ideas about things I want to make in the last two years or so. Things that come into my mind again and again. The intensity of this experience has me in mind of a vivid fever dream, and hence, the title of this post. These are things my fingers want to get working on. Things that would not be especially useful, necessarily. There are a lot of things on my mind, in relation to this experience. I wonder if I really could break from a lifetime of making things primarily because they are useful. I wonder if I can even make the things that come into my mind. I see that I don’t fully know how some of them would work out. And yet, they keep coming to me, wanting to be made. I find that I want to make them. I have sweet friends who are encouraging me to make them. You know what is coming next, don’t you?

I’ve found that I need to hold some things in my mind very clearly, to pursue this direction. One if them is the idea that I will not let sewing be the place my perfectionism lives. I’m agnostic on whether perfectionism is such a big issue in my life that I’d bother with assigning it a home, rather than just bidding it begone when I feel it approaching me. But I certainly do not want it dragging down my sewing joy, or even just my preparedness to make weird, wild things. I notice that few people who end up with my creations care much about the things I felt could have been better about whatever I made and gifted them. So as I notice something is not ideal, not as I had hoped, I decide whether I need to rip it out (and try to embrace that process too–) or whether this is a situation in which I repeat to myself: “this is not the place my perfectionism gets to live”.

I also decide again and again that I know all kinds of things about sewing and I can learn more. That if I make something and decide it has to be turned into something else entirely (rather than thrown out or wasted), this is something I do often. That is not a problem, that is a skill set I possess. I decide that I am going to make these things, even if they are fugly when finished. How else will I know? How else will I learn? How else will I find my way through the things I am trying to figure out (in some cases) on the journey of making?

I also find myself needing to accept that these fever dream quilts are very, very specific. Maybe one of them could be made by someone else? But the others are very specifically about things that weigh on my mind, and the way they weigh on my mind. They are not about everyone’s experiences or thoughts. I’ve decided I need to embrace that for now and figure out how that sits with me.

Today I finished the first fever dream. I have now begun three of them, so this is a series of at least three. It is made entirely of reclaimed fabrics. Bits of sheet, parts of garments, fabrics gifted to me from people who no longer want them, scraps left from other things I’ve made, and two small pieces of bling that came from an op shop in the Flinders Ranges, picked up once I had begun making this but not yet finished. They wanted to be part of it! The back has been foundation pieced onto a pieced backing made of calico, worn out sheet, even a scrap I found that had been a barrier cloth in some plant dyeing project and then been a test fabric for screen printing.

In all honesty, when I realised I was deeply committed to piecing this foundation rather than using a whole piece of cloth, I couldn’t quite believe myself. And yet, there it is. The top has velvet, cotton, upholstery fabric, even a little silk dupion from a special shirt I made my beloved for a graduation, you name it! The “batting” is a dead t shirt. I’m struggling to say where it came from, but it clearly is one of the garments that have come to their final home with me from some other household. So raggedy, I think this kind of concealed role is perfect for it. Mind you, a knit fabric is not my ideal batting fabric, but there it is. I have these firm ideas in sewing. If I’m so committed to making this piece and so committed to how it will be constructed? Well, I’m experimenting with going with these inclinations rather than fighting them.

I made some miscalculations early on in the life of the project and found myself making something big enough to lead Mardi Gras. So I now have a lot of deconstructed and reconstructed parts of that earlier iteration. There came a point when I had sewed some three metre seams when I called time on myself and decided to start again.

The back is made from all the bits and bobs, parts that were trimmed off, scraps discarded from the front, trial runs of lettering concepts. And here it is, out in the sunshine.

In one final, wild bit of this story–someone posted on the local Buy Nothing group that some bamboo had been dumped on a vacant lot. He was suggesting it might be good for garden stakes. Having finished this, I jumped on my bike and went over. The man who had taken the bamboo out of his yard was there, jumping up and down on a lot of bamboo in a skip. There was still very much bamboo on the ground. He was glad to share it or have any taken away. I introduced myself and set to work (with his loppers!). This is as much as I thought I could get home. I had to channel the friend most able to haul spectacular loads on his bike to get this home and there were a few hitches turning left.

So I cut a nice fresh rod from bamboo. And here is the front of the quilt. Ah, yes, that is a passionfruit vine, as it happens!

My initial idea had exactly these words but a different arrangement of colour and pattern in the background. I have enough fabric to try again–wait and see.

I have friends who are trans. I have friends who hate on trans people, too. I’m not a fan of hating. I am especially not a fan of hating that places people’s lives and wellbeing in danger, as so much hating does. Today my fabulous friend, the one I sew with, was asking me if there was a trans day that this quilt could participate in, in some way. In my mind, the best known trans day of the year is Transgender Day of Remembrance. It is a day in remembrance of all those who have died as a result of transphobia. In particular, those who have been murdered. When I told her this, her face was a picture of sorrow and shock. I have made this quilt because I want so much more for my trans friends (and frankly, for total trans strangers). I want more for them than the rise and rise of transphobia and laws restricting the rights and freedoms of trans people. I want more for them than recognition that Trans Lives Matter (as they obviously do). I want joy for them. I want to share their joy and delight in it.

PS a beloved friend has let me know that Transgender day of Visibility is celebrated on March 31!

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Guerilla gardening, #seasonofcareandrepair and so much more!

Dearest Reader, even though I have not been writing I do think of you! So here is a very partial update. Today has been a day of gardening, in which I’ve laid cardboard down to limit weeds on a path and laid street tree leaves over it; my beloved dug out a compost bin; I collected more scraps to begin filling it again (and more leaves for the carbon component); and I problem solved a friend’s “broken” sewing machine over the phone.

She had thread stuck in the machine! Broken! She had never heard the expression “bobbin casing” or “bobbin race” before, and was very grateful that I had suggested she read the manual for her machine. She has had it for decades and never known how to wind the bobbin. I found the manual online and we printed it out a few weeks back. Her machine is running better than ever! So should you be in her position–there are LOADS of sewing machine manuals on the internet, and cleaning, oiling and threading up your machine according to the manual, then replacing the needle? Almost miraculous. Also, getting stuck thread out of “the workings” is do-able at home, by YOU.

I also gave away seedlings to friends I came across on one of the bike trips of this day; finally gave away our stash of used bubble wrap and the sweet potatoes I dug yesterday, through Buy Nothing.  

I wanted to love these purple tubers but we have tried them so many times and find them tasteless. 

I’ve joined #winterofcareandrepair with @thepeoplesmending on instagram, but since I am in Australia, it is not winter, and for me it is #seasonofcareandrepair. I’ve been a bit fast and loose with what I include, but it’s all in what I hope is the right direction. Basically, I’ve reached the point where I have a lot of textiles that require responsible disposal. Upcycling cannot be a reality for everything. So there is some downcycling of raggedy textiles to rag or stuffing or compost.

Here we have: worn out cotton knit to cleaning pads, elastic for reuse + stuffing; worn out hemp shirt to buttons for re-use; cleaning cloths + stuffing; and (sob) my thoroughly worn out Harris tweed top on its final trip to the worm farm where I am sure it is being devoured with satisfaction right now. The care and repair focus has had me trying to be a bit more thorough on a few things. I cleaned out the U-bend in the bathroom sink! And when I found this little case full of Fowlers Vacola bits and bobs at an op shop, I shared them with friends who also preserve fruit, and figured out how to fix the locks, hinges and re-attach the hinge that had pulled out. I did have to reacquaint myself with the pop riveter, but it is not rocket science and YouTube is an amazing resource! Plus, the life changing magic of lubrication rolls on and on.

Is that not cuteness? I know. It’s rusty, bashed up cuteness. But–I am glad to have rescued and repaired it and I will use it. I think I might use it for carrying essential mending kit when I teach mending. It is lined with a 1976 newspaper full of ads for shops that have long since closed. And it was MADE in South Australia. You don’t see too much of that any more. I’ve added a sticker on the inside where something else has been ripped off, leaving a messy patch.

I also picked up this tea tin from Buy Nothing. I will make a mending kit from it.

And so, to guerilla gardening. I’m back on one of my train line patches. I went out with ruby saltbush and bitter saltbush, water, stakes, tools and gloves.

I dug holes, added stakes, allocated seedlings, watered them and collected lots of leaves. There was so little soil I headed home to get compost and more water. Yes, as a matter of fact, I do live to haul filthy stuff around my neighbourhood on my bike!

There was track work going on, on the train line, and one of the workers set up his chair right beside where I was working. He said that poisoning from the track side should not go outside the rail corridor, but that drift might be causing the poisoning I see in this patch. Hmm. It’s an interesting thought and it may be a clue that someone else is involved in this patch, where there has recently been mowing of areas further along so only the larger specimens and plants with stakes remain; and this patch has had a haircut in line with the kerb. Anyway, I planted the saltbush into compost, gave almost all of them a stake since that seems to be a winning strategy at this stage; and watered them into their newly applied duvets of eucalyptus leaf mulch.

On the trip home, street tree leaves for our composting setup, empty pots and my stuff.

I hope you’re travelling well and your gardens are growing wherever they may be. And to conclude, I felt so good this morning when I was on the phone with my sewing machine owning, grateful friend, and there was a tickle on my ear. I brushed off the tickle, and it was a ladybird larva!! Now THAT is a blessing if ever there was one. Grow and thrive, little one!

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Clothing for the grandbub

Well, dear reader, another long silence has passed. Occasionally someone says they have been worried about me because of the silence on this blog. Please don’t worry, I am not ill. I just don’t seem to be feeling to urge to write for the blog. World events (and those closer to home) sometimes have me feeling that I should write about something more important, and at a loss as to what to say without extended ranting… And my lifelong efforts to warp the space/time continuum seem to be continuing, meaning that I am destined always to be a busy person. Anyway, here I am today, In Brisbane under lockdown, sharing an apartment with my beloved and her elderly parents, and suddenly everyone is sleeping, and here am I looking at something I drafted in about October. Maybe this blog is destined to end sometime this year, but let’s see how things unfold for now… with this months-old post. For those outside Australia, we are now in our autumn and this post was written before our summer began in all its heat.

My daughter has turned down almost all offers to make things for the beloved grandbub, until very recently, when she said she wasn’t able to find cool, sun protective clothing (long sleeves, pants with long legs), and the grandbub is on the tall and slim side for much store bought (and hand me down) clothing. So, I started with a pattern I already had, and a pillowcase that came my way via a Buy Nothing group interaction.

These were the same kind of thing: a pattern I had, and some fabric I’d been given. I sent them over, and the shirt pretty clearly was not ideal, while the pants were “perfect” (with maybe a bit less elastic). This was stash elastic too–an elderly friend who died left me some of her stash and each time I use her seam binding or elastic, I send Joyce a thank you, wherever she may be.

As the pants worked out well, I knocked out some more. The top two pairs are made from the edge of a high quality doona cover I was given by someone on Buy Nothing–we were talking about something else when she offered me fabric scraps for Boomerang Bags. I think she would approve of some of it going to this! But the two on top. Well. I do not need more fabric, and I was interested to see that I felt ungenerous making all the grandbub’s clothes from what I already have. None of it is especially cute. None calls out “small child”. So I, um, bought some more. Not rational. But there it is, I invested in some more fabric in small quantities because I want my daughter to know I think she is special and her child is special. Even though, if she does not know that already–it seems unlikely this purchase will solve the problem!

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Recycled Jeans

In 2020 I began to receive what I have been laughingly calling “commissions”. It began with some socks and some mending, but it seems to be increasing in a rather interesting and pleasing way!

It is a rare kind of person who asks if you will reproduce their favourite cotton shirt, but in denim from old jeans. Yet, this happened! I admit, I was a bit intimidated at the thought of constructing plackets from denim, for a start. But I called to ask the questions I needed to reassure myself about attempting the task, and then I began. I ripped a LOT of jeans into component parts. I ran out of those I had been given and called out on the local Buy Nothing group, and got a pile of someone’s husband’s cast off jeans.

Step 1: draft a pattern. This is not my first attempt to draft a pattern from a finished garment, but it is always instructive to make things for other people. It tells me about the limits of my confidence, for a start. And, it is fair to say I don’t make perfect things! After a lot of checking and re checking (I love how I’ve written my reasoning on the pattern as I go here), I had a pattern. Step 2: cut out the component parts from jeans, and then patchwork jeans together to create pieces big enough for the bigger components. This is not a small shirt, it’s a really big one.

Eventually it started to come together. One of the big design decisions was settling on how to finish seams inside, to prevent fraying and ensure strength–but also, given the huge number of seams–to ensure they would not be too bulky. Solution: zigzag the layers of the seam allowance together, then topstitch flat. Honestly, another design decision was taking the person whose shirt this was to become seriously. Taking seriously what they wanted and what they cared about. Surely this is at the heart of a bespoke garment…?

Then began the construction process. I have never made a shirt with this kind of front placket, but I figured it was essentially just like the one on a cuff, only larger. Reverse engineering the plackets gave me a lot of pause (by which I mean, anxiety!) But succeeding in generating the pattern and then creating them made me feel highly competent. Just as well I’m not too convinced my emotions should be in the drivers’ seat of my life, or I’d stay in bed every day and sew only simple stuff forever, apparently.

I warmed up on the sleeve plackets.

Then the front placket and the pocket and such…

On with the sleeves… then on with the cuffs. And pretty soon, it was all done. The time consuming jeans-acquiring and -ripping part was a significant part of the entire time I spent making this garment.

I can’t say that I managed a good image of the whole thing. I’ve struggled with images at times on this blog: the things that take most time and effort to create in sewing and knitting are the hardest to photograph well. But here are attempts. I have to say that I admire the grunt of my machine (and the effectiveness of a jeans needle) in getting through pleats set into a cuff in denim and other similar feats.

Happiest moment of all was the review from the recipient, however! What a grin.

And I am all the more confident… because he wanted a second one. Here it is from the back…

And from the front.

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Other things

Dear readers, here is a little post I wrote and overlooked weeks ago, while I try to create some new posts 🙂

This is just a little round up of things at my house in the last few weeks, that aren’t especially crafty. I pruned the lime tree. Also the nectarine and the peach, but they are not fruiting! I used the sugar I had and made marmalade. Then later my parents were shopping and brought me more so I made a second batch!

I got a crisis call for support from someone new to town who needed seeds. Into the post!

Our suburb is showing the love and solidarity with rainbows. So I made this. The last two triangles are made from a friend’s dead jeans, given to me for reuse!

I opted out of the toilet paper drama in this country for the most part, with a reused squirt bottle and some dead t shirts. Thanks to the friends who posted about this and inspired me.

The slow conversion of indigo dyed fabric to hankies continues and was massively assisted by new ‘fine’ needles and a service of my sewing machine.

I mail ordered prepaid postage satchels when it became clear that I wouldn’t be seeing some people for a long while. I could not resist this Australia Post postcard. Although it depicts the biggest open cut mine in the hemisphere (apologies if some other horrible project has since overtaken it)–it has been made to look like a work of art. Many years ago I went there (Kalgoorlie, WA) with a friend on our way to Perth. I had not really understood what the SuperPit was even though I’d known many open pit mines, and when my friend asked where we used to live–I had to point into the hole that had swallowed the entire town, many other mines, the house we used to live in, and so much more…

Finally, success with (dwarf) dyer’s coreopsis!

And there you have my little photographic round-up…

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A book for the grandbub

There is a thing that’s happening a lot lately. Like the day I thought I’d work on a quilt, and then I constructed most of this book. And the next day, when I thought I’d finish the book, but actually made a yoga bolster out of old jeans. Go figure.

But in the end, things get made and it’s all good and no one else cares about what order things happen in, most days!

I think it was just that a memory of a book a little bit like this from my own childhood came floating through my mind, and I’m the kind of person who acts on those thoughts!

So I got choosing and cutting and ripping up old pillowcases and stitching, and ended up with this, which I hope will brighten some days and be impossible to pull apart!

And there you have it, a book for the grandbub, who is way too little to be learning to count. At the moment!

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Beloved trees

This tree has had several beloved tree banners in the last few years. This one is well and truly eucalypt dyed at this stage, and the fact that it is made of biodegradable fabrics is showing too.

I had been planning a new banner for a bit, and found companions for the ceremony one fine evening. So we added a new one.

So now it has two banners!

And the tree is as glorious as ever. Long may it stand.

river red gum

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