My vintage Elna Lotus sewing machine came out of storage and was put to good use this morning. It was purchased in 1970, as it was needed equipment for college. During my training in Clothing Construction and Design at Ryerson University, I needed a sewing machine to complete assignments. I created some lovely pieces of clothing. I learned couturier techniques. I still have most of the skills, but seldom put them to any practical use. Today’s project involved measuring, cutting and hemming my newest pair of overalls in honour of Terra’s shower.
Happy overalls for a happy occasion.
It is interesting that despite my couturier and design training, I always preferred jeans, t-shirts, work boots and parkas. My present wardrobe is a dream-come-true. Not for everyone, to be sure. Variety can be the spice of life, for the tolerant.
After sitting at the sewing machine for a few hours I was feeling a bit restricted. The Bodhrán always picks me up and carries me to a place I need to be, so out it came. I play best when conscious thought evaporates into the rhythm. Today immersion came easily.
We are due for a shopping excursion. We ran out of fresh fruit last week, and since then I have been snacking on carrots. The carrots will soon be gone. We are low on milk, vegetables, fruit, vitamin pills and prescription drugs. We can survive without most of the items on our list, but renewing prescriptions is not something to procrastinate about. More and more it seems we resist the idea of shopping. I know some people live to shop, but for us it is an annoying necessity. Of course, if we win a lottery I will gladly eat my words. It seems to me that shopping could be fun, if making one purchase did not have a significant impact on all others.
I took this picture of myself this afternoon in the garden. I have a lot of fun with perspective. Big nature, little me.
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Maggie in the Garden
Pressure 101.2 kPa
Visibility 13 km
Humidity 65 %
Wind SSE 13 km/h
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