There are those days when everything seems bright and sunny and just as suddenly it can all go for a toss and spiral downwards at rapid pace.Today was one such.For days now I have told myself that early to bed and early to rise must become my motto in life.Then comes a thriller that I simply cant put down and before I know it its one am and the early to bed business is well and truly buried.At 5am sharp I am awake (don't ask me how) and after a quick check of the outside I decide that five more minutes of rest in bed cant do much harm....ha you have guessed it.Before I know it is 8am and the sun is well and truly up in the sky.So much for good intentions.
Don't think for a moment that I give up that easily,I have planned my day.A trip to pondycherry and a stay at a little home stay has inspired me to do some needle work.They had beautiful cotton sarees used as curtains and the stitching was simple,a single hem on either side that's all it took.Now my mother being the squirrel she is,has loads of new sarees under lock and key.She keeps them because she doesn't care for them and cant possibly throw them away so this morning inspired as I was,I had her hand over a nice off white cotton saree to make into a curtain.My sewing kit and machine were retrieved from their retirement and installed.The husband was told in no uncertain terms that the room he lounges in was out of bounds for the day as I had some serious work to do.So much for preparation.The saree was measured and cut.The iron box was used and the saree pressed so as to make stitching easier and I was all set to start.
The trouble with not using machines is that one tends to forget things.I have long been fighting a loosing battle with needlework of any kind and also with the sewing machine.My only hope is YouTube which I run to for any sewing machine related disaster.Now before I get into that story it must be understood that needlework has always been the domain of (most often than not) woman with a delicate bent of mind,nuns,English country wives,woman who can work for long hours with patience and passion whose hands will fly over cloth with needle and thread and who at the end of the day can show you wonderful delicate craftsmanship.That being the background its seriously ambitious for someone like me who cant even use a touchscreen phone without stomping all over the keyboard ,to even think of doing anything related to sewing but that hasn't stoped me.
First off I decided that I needed white thread and the bobbin had to be threaded.I used to do this rather easily but as mentioned earlier the sewing machine had been forgotten for a few months and try as I might the bobbin refused to get threaded.I tried my trusted friend YouTube but even that didn't do the trick.In desperation I checked my took kit and there was a bobbin of white thread.Now that that problem was sorted for the moment,I went ahead and started stitching....or at least I started.....only to be stoped in mid thread.....would you believe it the needle broke.Yes it actually broke....now if this isn't proof that the gods of needlework have no intention of letting me into their temple then what is.Currently I am surrounded by proof of my valiant efforts at making a curtain but all I have to show for it is this blog confession of a sewing day gone badly wrong.And so here I am back to what I do best....writing my stories,reading my books and leaving something to some people.
Don't think for a moment that I give up that easily,I have planned my day.A trip to pondycherry and a stay at a little home stay has inspired me to do some needle work.They had beautiful cotton sarees used as curtains and the stitching was simple,a single hem on either side that's all it took.Now my mother being the squirrel she is,has loads of new sarees under lock and key.She keeps them because she doesn't care for them and cant possibly throw them away so this morning inspired as I was,I had her hand over a nice off white cotton saree to make into a curtain.My sewing kit and machine were retrieved from their retirement and installed.The husband was told in no uncertain terms that the room he lounges in was out of bounds for the day as I had some serious work to do.So much for preparation.The saree was measured and cut.The iron box was used and the saree pressed so as to make stitching easier and I was all set to start.
The trouble with not using machines is that one tends to forget things.I have long been fighting a loosing battle with needlework of any kind and also with the sewing machine.My only hope is YouTube which I run to for any sewing machine related disaster.Now before I get into that story it must be understood that needlework has always been the domain of (most often than not) woman with a delicate bent of mind,nuns,English country wives,woman who can work for long hours with patience and passion whose hands will fly over cloth with needle and thread and who at the end of the day can show you wonderful delicate craftsmanship.That being the background its seriously ambitious for someone like me who cant even use a touchscreen phone without stomping all over the keyboard ,to even think of doing anything related to sewing but that hasn't stoped me.
First off I decided that I needed white thread and the bobbin had to be threaded.I used to do this rather easily but as mentioned earlier the sewing machine had been forgotten for a few months and try as I might the bobbin refused to get threaded.I tried my trusted friend YouTube but even that didn't do the trick.In desperation I checked my took kit and there was a bobbin of white thread.Now that that problem was sorted for the moment,I went ahead and started stitching....or at least I started.....only to be stoped in mid thread.....would you believe it the needle broke.Yes it actually broke....now if this isn't proof that the gods of needlework have no intention of letting me into their temple then what is.Currently I am surrounded by proof of my valiant efforts at making a curtain but all I have to show for it is this blog confession of a sewing day gone badly wrong.And so here I am back to what I do best....writing my stories,reading my books and leaving something to some people.
