Sara sent this motivational postcard for my month of wondering if I would be unemployed.
She included many fun stickers on the back.
From the future, I can say that things worked out okay in the end, but it took most of the month to get there.
My assigned character for the mystery masquerade ball is the mouse, a poor relation. So I figured, no need to spend a lot of time finishing seams. Instead I used wooly nylon serger thread to finish the edges. It’s a very pretty brown color.
Other progress: Not only did I manage to cut out the upper panels, I pieced them together using French seams, and then finished the edges in the same way as on the lower skirt.
Ideally, I would have gotten the correct tension and the edges wouldn’t be wavy, but I like the effect here.
I have one pair of shorts to exercise in, and I could no longer exercise in them due to a hole in the inner thigh. I went with machine repair because I had a lot of other sewing to do.
Here you can see the front side.
And here is the inside.
And the shorts were back in action!
I had a fun time drafting the flared skirt, but it got confusing enough that I got out the colored pencils to differentiate which flair went with which panel.
This was pretty enough that I traced the pattern pieces on other freezer paper and hung this up in my bedroom.
I’m too young to remember the Bicentennial. I was not yet two. (And still an only child!) So I’ve always felt a little sad to have missed it. People painted fences red, white and blue! There were cool flag pants! My brother’s unofficial birth certificate from the hospital labeled him a bicentennial baby! And manufacturers made stuff.
Like this bicentennial canning jar that I inherited from my grandmother. I keep the backup salt in it, because it’s one of my favorites.
The US Semiquincentennial has been a bust. Not much fun to be had, mostly due to the president wanting to make it all about him. But when I came across Ball’s Americana Jars, I immediately purchased them. They have stars on the jar!
And stars on the lids!
It’s not as good as a red, white, and blue painted fence, but it’s something, at least.
