Hats!

The first sewing project of the year!  A pattern-drafting hat-making project for my theatre production wardrobe class.  The first fabric is a grey tweed; the second something that I found at the reuse centre about three years ago: I don’t know what kind of fabric it is.

It turned out a little less floppy than I’d thought, the bands a little wide but overall it is possibly the best hat I have.

Definitely the warmest – wonderful tweed and another layer of something that’s just as thick.  Pretty content with the hat situation.

 

 I will never stop loving the discount wall at fabric land

I was originally planning on evening out the hem but now I think I like the points that the hem comes to.  It’s sort of flowery in a way.  

   

This was a burda pattern embellished for the sake of a school assignment.

Unfortunately I was unaware of the petite size chart and cut it out wrong so it is now tiny.

The yoke was cross-stitched, pattern from a book of Celtic cross-stitch patterns.  The grid patterns were just machine stitched.
   
 

My model was a tired and slightly grumpy older sister (staring into the distance)

A school project and a ramble on appreciation

I am in the first year a theatre production program and one of the classes and focuses in the program is on carpentry – you know,  sets are important and we should know how to build them.

Our final project for carpentry was to build a shelf, or a cabinet – we had to use dado joints, have at least one example of decorative woodworking, two drawers, using 3/4″ plywood and end up with a successful piece of furniture.

I am pleased to say that mine was designed with knitting storage in mind

   I was extremely proud of it.  I went through the project with no major problems – there was one sad misplaced pair of dados that I made symmetrical so as to pretend they were intentional (see the sides of the bottom shelves)  It was the first piece of furniture I had ever built and, as happens with the clothing I make so often, the thought of using it made me ridiculously happy.

And then it was time to paint.

I did begin with a sort of a plan for painting – that lasted for about half an hour.  When I got into thepaint shop I essentially started doing different things in different parts of the shelf.  My plans became whim and experimentation, essentially watering down acrylic paints and dabbing them in various ways and intensities.

And when I came back after letting the first coat of varnish dry, I was absolutely crushed.  The results were not as I had anticipated.  I thought it lacked consistency and cohesion, I hated the blue, I wanted to sand it all down and stain it and varnish it like a normal piece of furniture – and I thought I had ruined my project.

I went home for the weekend.  I bought groceries.  I drove myself into a pit of anxiety wondering what I should do and how I should fix it.  I asked peoples’ opinions of it.  One person said it was wonderful.  One person said it was an awful paint job (someone who doesn’t believe in softening their opinions, apparently).  I heard that it was a start, that it was interesting, and that while it looked like a work in progress, I was running out of time and should probably just finish it as it was.

And so when I went in to work on it the next time, I just started putting the next coat of varnish on, and while I was working I found that I felt better about the project, that I liked the way it looked, and I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t bring myself to be that disappointed with something I’d made, and that I shouldn’t even if I could.  I also came to the conclusion that I underestimated the amount of varnish I would need, but that is beside the point.

For one thing, mistakes are excusable.  Especially in school or with personal projects – it’s a learning experience and that’s how it should be interpreted.  I would rather have experimented and been a little disappointed with the results than not have tried at all, or have just done something simple, predictable and comfortable.

This feeling isn’t new to me – it happens almost every time I try to make something new, especially if I haven’t been practising much or don’t have much experience in the area.  And I think it’s a trap that we all fall into, and I think it’s kind of sad.  Part of the joy of creation is the simple fact of creation – there is a better way to say that.  If you think about when kids start exploring and drawing and making things, they’ll draw you a stick figure and hand it to you smiling like it is everything, like it is the most beautiful thing.  Falling into a trap of judging myself and getting anxious and upset over something that I created from something that was much less makes me feel jaded and just sad.

So now I have a shelf.  And I can keep it as something useful and something beautiful and something that I learned from, and I just won’t make the same mistakes next time.  

Why people should make things

I started sewing in Junior High.  My reasons for doing so at the time were rooted in an unexpected love for patchy clothing (especially denim vests), a thirteen year old’s distaste for the women’s clothing industry and how tight it made all my clothing, the need to alter volunteer t-shirts for warm weather, a form of environmentalism based in the concept of reusing and, of course, boredom.

When I first bought my sewing machine my grandmother gave me a box of old jeans, some of which I’ve used in my earlier attempts at dress-making, some of which are still in an ikea storage container under my bed.  My earliest attempts at clothing are slightly disastrous – now I find them entertaining – but what I found at the time was that no matter how flawed or ill-fitting or floppy the results were, I would love them with all my heart and, determined, wear them around downtown on my way to the library trying desperately to avoid paying attention to the looks I was receiving.

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Yes, the breast pocket is a peace sign.

It is now many years later.  I would like to think I’ve improved slightly.  I’ve invested in fabric scissors, and my love for patches is slightly diminished.  I have learned how to plan.  I’ve branched out from sewing into knitting, spinning wool, weaving (when I have access to a loom) and carpentry (to a lesser degree) and I still think that buying the sewing machine and just deciding that I was going to make things was one of the best decisions I have ever made – at the very least the best decision I made in Junior High.

And this is why.

1. It feels good.

As much as I admire Netflix, I now find it difficult to watch television without doing something with my hands.  I’ve found that when I feel stuck, or sad, or bored, whether it be a few hours, or a couple weeks, the most failsafe way to improve my mood is to start, to work on or, best of all, to finish a project (and then I wear it to work the next day)  There is a certain kind of joy in making something – it’s difficult to describe,  but it is a very tangible joy.  Especially if you make something useable and you use it constantly, or if you create something beautiful that you can wear it becomes an outward reflection of good feelings.  It also feels pretty good to work at and improve a skill.

2. It’s easy to personalize, and very easy to love.

The first time I actually went out to buy fabric for a project was when I made my graduation dress.  I had tried to shop, and I had decided that fashion contained far too many sparkles, so I found a blue embroidered cotton, a pattern that didn’t match my fabric, and I went at it.  I will probably heavily alter the dress before I ever wear it again, but I will always be glad that I did it, and wearing it felt so much better than just finding something in a store and throwing it on.

3.  It increases the worth of whatever it was that you made.

Consider the difference between receiving as a gift a scarf that someone had knitted, and a scarf that they had found in a store.  The knitted scarf carries a connotation that someone put time and effort and care into making something.

Things that you make, even more for yourself than if you were to give it as a gift, hold so much value.  You know all of its flaws, you know it’s better than the last time you tried, you remember sitting there counting out the stitches, or cutting out the fabric.  It is very much yours, and you will be proud of it, because you made something out of nothing (or something else).

4.  It saves you money

I love sweaters – I get very cold very easily and I like large, fluffy sweaters that keep me warm and happy in a portable nest of coziness.  I also have a rule for myself that I’m not allowed to buy sweaters.  Or scarves.  Or anything knitted, really.  I actually feel like people in stores judge me because I’ll take pictures of cable patterns to figure out later but I won’t buy anything.  Part of this is because I’m reluctant to support an industry that can label a sweater as hand knitted and claim it’s worth under 100 dollars.  Excluding material costs, if someone were being paid 10 dollars an hour to knit, and if it’s telling the truth about the sweater being handmade; well the upshot is that you can’t knit a sweater in ten hours.  Unless the yarn is massive and you knit non-stop at top speed.

Part of the reason is also that I’ve found once you make your own clothing, you can spot something in a store and think of how to make it better, or how to make it yours, and you want to go home and knit more than you want to buy anything.  Also, knowing how to make clothing means knowing how to repair it instead of buying something new.  It means knowing how to alter something cheaper – possibly something second hand – to suit your needs instead of shopping for something perfect and expensive.

Finally, there is also the fact that so much clothing in stores is made to be disposable.  Frayed and unfinished seams are presented as a fashion statement when they are just encouraging clothing to fall apart.  Cheap clothing is cheap.  I found flannel (100% cotton) for on sale a few years ago. I think I paid about ten dollars and I have enough to make about three shirts that will last me for a while.

5. It’s more sustainable than endless shopping.

Being able to maintain, repair, and reuse materials (not to mention making things a better quality in the first place) saves resources, saves you money, saves shipping costs.  Having more appreciation for things that you made and love is just better than buying throwaway clothing.  This is equally a mentality thing, and very much something that I’m still constantly working on.

6.  Because we can

And simplistic as that may be, I stand by it.

We can create.  so why wouldn’t we.

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