The sheets are showing signs of imminent failure and I still haven't found any suitable linen, so it looks as though I'm using scenery muslin again.
Yesterday I looked up wide fabrics on Dharma's Web site, and got wound up in deciding how much to order. Muslin 120 inches wide would allow me to use it lengthwise, which means that I need two and a half yards per sheet, rather than three yards when using it crosswise, but one reviewer said that the batch she bought had lost two feet of width when washed, and 96" isn't quite enough - - not to mention that I might have to hem the sides; some batches have selvages, but not all.
This morning I realized that I can buy enough to make matching pillowcases. Two yards would make five pillowcases, and two yards is also the difference between four times two and a half and four times three.
I was going to say "all set but for the minor difficulty that they are out of stock", but I just checked, and their shipment has arrived.
So I need twelve yards, plus ten percent for shrinkage and straightening -- fourteen yards. Nearly half a bolt; I'm tempted to make eight sheets -- which would last forever, and I got really tired of the last batch of scenery-muslin sheets. And I'm not sure the laundromat has a washer big enough to shrink thirty-three yards.
14 @ $8.99 = $125.86 — that's more than thirty dollars a sheet! Plus shipping.
33 @ $8.32 = $274.56 — $34.32/sheet. But only three and a third dollars per pillow case, and I have eight pillows.
Next decision: do I also buy black raw silk to make a less-dramatic version of my black, brown, and gold pleated-skirt outfit, or would that be *more* dramatic, and it's probably better to wait until after I get around to cutting my black crepe.
On the other hand, buying new silk long johns would make more sense than patching sheer silk knit. But I'm not taking "patch silk tights" off my to-do list.
And I also need a yard of hemp-and-cotton jersey.
I started darning my alpaca tights this morning. As usual, stretching them over the stainless-steel mixing bowl I use for a darning egg revealed lots of places where it's worn down to the two strands of size B sewing silk that I knitted along with the alpaca. That was a very good idea!
I need to buy a replacement for the other stainless-steel mixing bowl. I suppose the missing bowl will re-appear if I do. It was slightly easier to use as a darning egg than the one with a lip to fit the ice-bucket cooler, and I never bother to dig the ice bucket out of the Wheelie-Kool, but use the twelve-quart bowl instead.
I just mailed off an order for one bolt of muslin, two pairs of silk tights, and two yards of hemp/cotton jersey.
It's lunch time, and I haven't yet touched the alpaca tights.
Worked some in the afternoon, and I think none of the remaining thin spots are in danger of tearing into holes if I wear them next Tuesday. It was getting hard to see black-on-black well before five o'clock, so I won't be trying again this evening. We have one lamp that I can sew by, but it has to be aimed just so, and I have to sit in Dave's chair to use it.
The lamp store is strictly ornamental; perhaps I should look around in Staples. Pity our last stationer's went broke years ago. Biggest problem with buying a new lamp is finding a good place to put it.
Hrmmm . . . perhaps I should try using one of the headlamps I'm using as sewing-machine lights.
I also wound all the scraps of bias tape onto a bit of cardboard, one of the tape cores left from Evelyn's baby-gown making. One of the church ladies gave me the baby-gown stuff, but I lost interest when I discovered that a ready-made baby gown costs less than the flannel to make one.
I have yet to neaten the scraps and put them into the linen box. I hope wash-out marker doesn't set with age. There was a time when one could search for information on the Web. Wasn't as much information posted as there is now, but one could find it. If it isn't in Wikipedia, tough luck.
And Usenet is dying. I have yet to see a Web forum with usable threading. No discussions possible. There are long threads on some of the Go Comics comments, but replies aren't near their antecedents, and the whole thread is gone tomorrow. And no way to filter out malicious posts and people interested only in things that I find boring.
I removed the elastics from the old hanky-linen bra. The loops had stretched to sixteen inches, meaning the elastic had grown two inches since 2011. The houndstooth bra was made in 2015, which led me to downgrade my estimate of how good the houndstooth linen is. Then I remembered that the white bra had, for a long time, hung in the closet waiting for one last wearing in case I needed a white bra, but I polished off the houndstooth the minute it wore through. I don't think the white bra had been retired when I made the red ramie bras in 2016.
And I put the scraps into the box. Perhaps I should put a note in the bias box that there is some pre-made bias . . .
done. In the process I knocked a tatting shuttle attached to a net purse in progress, an unfinished pair of baby booties, a bobbin-lace bookmark, and some two-inch squares of blue plaid cotton-and-linen shirting to the floor. I put the tatting shuttle into a box marked "tatting samples" — I suspect that the un-marked child-size shoe box would have been a better choice.
I wonder how I came into possession of a child-size shoe box?
I put the other things back on the bias box.
I tried to unfold the scraps already in the box to add the small scraps, and discovered that it was two piles of scraps. Pinned to the one underneath is a packing slip for "hanky linen" dated 2006, with a hand-written note that it has been reduced to small pieces and bias. I didn't unfold it to verify that it's where I got the four "hanky linen" bras.
I'm wearing Bra A. I put it on for church yesterday, so it will be easy to remember that it's been worn twice when I undress tonight. If I remember, I'll write "Tue" on tomorrow's bra with a wash-out pen; it's time I stopped wondering, every night, "Did I get this bra out of the closet or off the floor this morning?".
Shortly after sending off an order for a bolt of wide muslin, I got an e-mail offering a free pattern for linen sheets from fabricstore.com. Oh, arr . . . I've overlooked fabric suitable for making sheets?
After much complication, I managed to download the pattern, and found that it calls for "cleverly" seaming their regular sixty-inch pre-worn-out artificial tow.
Spent today escorting Dave to the doctor. The doctor listened to me hacking all through Dave's exam and prescribed antibiotics for me too.
And now my eyes are hot, as if I had a fever. The forehead thermometer says no; I should dig out one of the old mercury thermometers and get a real reading.
On 1/17/18 6:15 PM, 'Robert Kahan' [creativemachine] wrote:
> . . . and a circle based bias wrap skirt,
> which looks to have enough of the generally
> missing wrap to avoid panty displays, and
> wind in general.
If I were designing a wrap skirt, I think I'd cut one back and two fronts, and make a buttonhole in the waistband just behind the left side seam -- no, make a buttonhole on both sides, so that one can swap fronts after spilling chili into one's lap. There needs to be a belt loop just behind the buttonhole on each side, to keep the sash that isn't coming through a buttonhole in place. Then there needs to be at least one more belt loop on each side
west of Fort Wayne, Indiana, U.S.A.
At which point I realized that the post was getting away from me, copied it here, and deleted it. When I pasted it, I meant to expand it.
The muslin I ordered to make new sheets and pillow cases arrived today. I'd worried about where I'd store thirty-three yards of ten-foot muslin, and I'd worried about how I'd wash thirty- three yards of ten-foot muslin, but I didn't anticipate that I can't *lift* thirty-three yards of ten-foot muslin. Just thirty-one now, as I've torn off two yards and four inches to wash to see how much it shrinks, and make five or six pillow cases.
Dharma said that it might or might not have a selvage. It has a tuck selvage, but I had to ravel out threads to be sure of it, so I can use the selvages -- if they don't pucker when washed.
I zig-zagged the torn ends of the sample yesterday evening, emptying two bobbins of thread that had lost its provenance. I was slightly surprised that my double-wound bobbin didn't give out.
But I was too tired to mark it and put it into the washer to soak overnight. It didn't help that the un-liftable bolt was on the table I wanted to use for marking.
This morning, I did the job on the living-room floor, and divided all four sides into one-yard increments. I marked with a wash-out pen on the floor, sticking a magazine-style ad under the place where I wanted to mark, then sat in the rocking chair to running-stitch over the marks.
The width of the fabric is nine feet and eleven inches at both torn edges. The length is a quarter inch longer on one selvage than on the other. I started marking one inch from the torn edge, and had three inches left on one side and three and a quarter on the other.
This morning I spun the soaking water out and started the sample washing, then paused it until after supper because I needed to go shopping. This evening, I finished, and found that it had lost three inches of each yard in both directions wet, and was about the same after tumble drying.
The selvages appear to be quite usable. So to make a sheet, I need only tear off a suitable length and hem both ends.
And now I'm back to one sheet filling up the entire washing machine. Perhaps the linen ones will hold for a while; on Monday, I washed the one I'd basted around a hole in, and it came out still fit to use.
I put two of the three elastics into Bra B, then left the bra and tools beside the rocking chair. Al had not noticed when last I looked.
So I got up and tucked the thimble and bodkin into the snack bag of thread.
Bra B is hanging in the closet; I'm not sure when I did the work.
The garments I washed with the sample felt a bit starchy when I put them away; perhaps I didn't get all the sizing out. Though I did wash it twice, I didn't let it dry between washings, and I think that drying and re-soaking has an effect.
I ordered two yards of hemp-and-cotton jersey. It not only is too fine to make third-piece lining, it's too fine to make a T-shirt. I'll use it up making briefs sooner or later.
The silk tights are working out fine. At least the pair I wore on Tuesday is.
I validated OUTLINK.HTM yesterday, and the link I was trying to add still acted like a comment. Finally traced the problem to a missing close quote. Getting all the other errors out made it a bit easier to find.
I tore the sample muslin into five pillow cases and sewed the seams today.
I ran out of pins -- partly because I didn't press the fabric first, so I was pinning out creases, and I had to watch that it was flat as it went under the needle.
I planned the tears to use up every bit of the sample, and suspect that I've made the cases too loose. I think that next time I'll tear the selvages off first. If I remember. I had four fairly-new cases before I made these five, so that makes nine cases for six or seven pillows, so all the worn-sheet cases will wear out before I feel the need of more.
I have decided that when I make a sheet, I shall simply tear off three yards and hem the ends. I'm pretty sure that the classic "81 x 108" was the unhemmed, unwashed fabric.
On the other hand, I suspect that two-and-three-quarters yards (three yards minus nine inches) will make a rather long sheet, since we don't fold the sheet back to protect the blankets any more.
Hemmed the five pillow cases and put them into the linen closet today. One-inch hems.
Yesterday I went to Lowery's and bought ten yards of quarter-inch elastic, a box of pins, and a 28" parka zipper.
I selected red-headed pins, to be different from what I already have. I think that they will also be easier to find when I drop one on the carpet. I didn't check that they are glass, but just selected a box that looked like the one I recently emptied.
The parka zipper is to repair Dave's down jacket. I doubt that I can do it in time to wear it this winter.
The bolt of muslin is still on the card table in the parlor because I can't figure out what to do with it. I think that I can put it on the shelf where my five-foot muslin is, then put the roll back on top of it.
I'll have to move the shelf above it -- if I ever contrive to put the sheeting on the shelf.
This morning I measured one of the old sheets: two yards and two feet. That makes the traditional hundred-and-eight -- three yards -- just right. I'll lose nine inches to shrinking and four inches to hems, and the old sheet is a couple of inches longer than it needs to be.
So I tore three yards off the bolt, folded the piece with some difficulty, and stashed it in the linen closet under the sheets. Then I folded the bolt in half lengthwise as neatly as I could. It really needed to be picked up by one end and shaken to take out the internal wrinkles from being folded in half the other way, but that is purely impossible. I managed by folding the bolt a few layers at a time and tugging on them -- there are still going to be weighed-in creases, but not as many.
I cleared off the shelf, cleared everything dangling from the shelf above, cleared a path to the shelf, and cleaned it with a synthetic lambs-wool duster.
So I put my arms under the bolt like a fork lift and carried it to the sewing room with the two ends dangling down -- and discovered that there isn't a way in the world that I can slide it into the slot reserved for it. I ended up dropping it on the floor, causing the careful folds to come undone.
At that point the washing machine needed to be emptied. Alt least the card tables were clear for drying the sheet.
Perhaps if I pull the pattern trunk out of the way so that the bolt can lie flat on the floor, re-do the folds, somehow turn it around so that the fold is toward the shelves . . .
I have a feeling that I'm going to end up tearing off three more sheet-lengths. I'd really, really like to post-pone that until the new sheet is made and washed at least twice, though.
Hmmm . . . I'm pretty sure that I can get it onto the ironing board, and the board can be adjusted to be about as high as the shelf . . .
Today I cleared space and got the muslin onto the ironing board, and found that by good luck the height I'd left it at after working sitting down was just right, so I didn't have to adjust it with all that weight on it.
To neaten up the bolt to fit onto the shelf, I had to fold one leaf at a time. Tugging the ends after each fold kept the rumples reasonably in check until the last few folds. In the process, I realized that what I have here is book muslin: it's muslin, and it's folded like a book. It's not much like organdy, though.
To get the roll of five-foot muslin back on the shelf, I had to raise the shelf above one notch. But this made room to pile on the roll of blue-plaid linen-cotton shirting and the roll of agricultural burlap, which had been behind the shirting and I'd forgotten that I had it.
In the meanwhile, the slot above the rolls was now too narrow to be any use, so I cleared off the books from the shelf above, moved that up one notch, and I'm now putting the books on the shelf above the rolls of fabric. When I've got that all done, I'll have to move the shelf that I took the shirting and burlap off of down a notch so that I can use it and the former bookshelf for the boxes that I cleared off the shelf the books are now on.
I've got a post-note on the wall to keep track of the order the books are in. So far I've put back general housekeeping, general sewing, costume, and designs, and I'm starting on embroidery. In those categories I made no attempt at alphabetizing, since there's no more than a half dozen of each.
I discovered that I have a copy of McCunn's _How to Make Sewing Patterns_; I'd been thinking that I needed to buy one. I do need a copy of the bra-making book. Dave says that our credit card has a service in which they will transfer money to a vendor without giving him any secret numbers; I'll have to look into that.
I wasted some time reading one of the housekeeping books.
For a while there I thought the books wouldn't fit on a shelf exactly as long as the one they came from. I didn't have space for the Woolgathering leaflets, and laid them on top. And I shoved one of my thin pieces of orange crate under the last few to keep Knitting Workshop from falling off the end. Knitting books are alphabetical by author; I made no effort to sort within the other categories.
I should have put flags on the "hey, I want to read this" books.
I suspect that the boxes I put back are not all of the boxes that I took off, but I have access to the ironing board again.
I've begun work on winding my teaching shuttle. I dithered over how much thread to cut off and mark, then realized that I can mark couple of yards, wind them, and then decide how much more to mark before cutting off the ball.
In marking the first section, I discovered that I want to dilute the bluing way down. It's going to take a while, since I need to let each section dry thoroughly before starting on the next, but I'm not going to need that drying rack for a few days.
Unless I decide to wash Sunday night so I can postpone the laundry until Wednesday. Can't wash on Monday because I'm getting my teeth cleaned — and Tuesday is the only day in the ten-day forecast fit for riding my bike.
I ironed the two shirts I washed stains out of last Sunday, and learned that re-arranging the shelves lost the space where I used to keep the sleeve board and hams, but I think that tidying the bottom shelf, to the right of my collection of Tarzan and other E.R.B. books, will create a place to put them.
I should take all the books off the shelf again, and use my horsehair whisk broom (the maker called it a shoe-polish dauber) on the tops of the pages.
The sleeve board and both hams fit neatly into the narrow slot formerly occupied by the roll of shirting and the roll of burlap.
Pity. I could use some motivation for tidying the bottom shelf!
From the bottom up: my pattern chest, with a corner of the footlocker in the background. Since it's nearly black, nothing shows except a white bag in the black backpack lying on top of it.
My fiction collection, with the ends of the shelves in need of tidying, and a bigger mess on the bottom shelf to their right.
The bolt of muslin and three rolls of fabric: shirting, five-foot muslin, and burlap. These extend under the broomstick supporting the "petal pink" linen-cotton blend. The roll above the pink fabric is newsprint.
My needlework books. The offset shelf to their right keeps them from falling off. They fit so tightly that Knitting Workshop doesn't slip down, but I put a scrap of very thin plywood underneath it.
Three irons and two boxes. I used twist-ties to keep the cords of the two irons I seldom use from tangling in the cord of the iron I do use. The green box is silk scraps, and the other holds synthetic tape and iron-on thingies. Hey, there are three spools of ribbon I could add to my embroidery-gig stuff in there. I should take everything out of that box and put it back. There is some silver reflective tape -- yellow tape, alas, is extinct, but I shouldn't need to re-reflect my mittens any time soon.
And, just barely in the shot, two hams and a sleeve board.
I really should find out what's in the squashed-looking box above the tin boxes. (That also includes plastic boxes, such as the pin box I recently emptied, but I haven't changed the label.)
Yesterday, while getting ready to go to the dentist today, I wound off a few needlefuls of black Medici and finally found the thread connecting the two skeins.
The skein that has the original neatening-stitch and the label appears to have only two ends, and it's fatter than the other, so I hung it in the closet.
There are only two D-rings attached to the skein still hanging on a spare shelf-support; perhaps I have also found all the broken ends.
The dime finally dropped, and I started using the D-rings to hang up the ends to keep them out of the way.
The patient ahead of me cancelled, so I never even got my mittens out of the bandanna -- until the hygenist asked what sort of mittens I was darning.
But I did darn them this evening, under the triple lamp, and used up all the Medici I'd wound off -- there was a second hole I hadn't noticed. Then I re-attached the reflective tape where it had worked loose and was catching on the handlebars. I needed a thimble for this part, and reflected that it was lucky that I was working at home right next to the arm where I keep my Magnetop thimble. But I do have a thimble in my little bag of stuff, and I'd brought it.
Had a little trouble seeing black on charcoal despite 3.5 glasses; the triple lamp just isn't as good as natural light.
I put the chocolate-truffle box I'd carried the needle, medici, and silk in into the backpack, because that is where I look for needles.
I didn't use up anywhere near half of the gold buttonhole silk. This was lucky because the spool of red buttonhole silk I'd brought as a back-up was, on closer inspection, size A. So that's why it wasn't lined up with the others!
We're past the middle of the coldest part of the year, and I still haven't repaired my wool jersey. But nowadays, I don't go out if there is the slightest chance of rain.
It's Roomba day in the sewing room. You don't often see this much floor.
Today was also laundry day, since I was otherwise occupied on Monday and Tuesday.
Yesterday I sat down to thread elastic into Bra D. After a while I looked at the bodkin I was sewing to the second piece of elastic & thought that I ought to take a picture of that for Pictures of Tools, and did, and upon uploading it I found that there was another picture of bodkins that hadn't been linked to, and the page really, really needed divs. I did get back to threading elastic eventually (the picture of Grandmother's bodkins still isn't linked) but the third piece of elastic is inserted-but-not-sewn and the cat is sitting on it.
I spent most of this morning adding a Table of Contents.
A day or two ago, I noticed the scrap box marked "unbleached", and reflected that I never dig into the box for muslin when I have two bolts in plain sight, so I took it down intending to sort out what was fit to take to Goodwill and trash the rest.
When I opened the box, I found that I'd already done that. There was nothing in the box but some reclaimed sleazy muslin that might do for underlining and a sizable piece of unbleached seersucker that I don't want to part with.
So I added a label this morning and put it back on the shelf.
Yesterday I started to change the dirty bottom sheet and found that the top sheet was torn. Of the two remaining sheets, one has basting around a small hole.
So the three yards I tore off the bolt of wide muslin are now on the ironing board, waiting to be hemmed. I hope to press the fold-under between loads of wash today. But first I'll finish sewing the last piece of elastic in bra D so I can get it off the rocking chair.
The actual stitching of the hems will be an anti- climax. I wonder what the March sisters would have thought of that.
The tear in the sheet is along the flaw in the goods that I noticed when I dried it on the card tables. Now I'm debating whether to darn the flaw or make pillowcases at once. But the pillowcases I made from this fabric when it was brand new didn't hold up any time at all. Perhaps my best bet is to reserve it for underlining. In the meanwhile, I've put an embroidery hoop around the tear to keep it from getting bigger.
I've begun wearing black pants to church, which has revealed a dire shortage of winter blouses. It's also put "lengthen waistband of polywool pants" on my to-do list. I think the best procedure is to replace the safety pins with stitches. Stitches that will hold, but will be easy to remove.
Bra D is off the rocking chair! That leaves three pieces of elastic to cut and thread into E, and a bit of embroidery on C, D, and E.
This is not a rush job, as it's washday and there are four bras hanging in the closet. On the other hand, I washed two days late last week, and absently-mindedly wore one bra four days instead of two. On the third hand, I washed two days late last week and didn't run out of bras. I did use all the sweat rags, so I tore up a pillow case that has been cluttering up the sewing room because I didn't want to put in on the rag shelf without washing it, I didn't want to wash the tear bigger, and I thought I had too many sweat rags. It made two good sweat rags plus two that I tore into skillet wipes when they came out of the washing machine today.
Save for underlining. I'll have to wash the sheet before putting it away, so I have to baste back and forth over the tear.
I can move the seersucker to "solids and woven-in", and replace the "unbleach" labels with "underlining" labels. It will be quite a while before I need another summer dress.
Yesterday Dave had to turn the end table upside- down. While emptying it, I found thirteen unread issues of Threads. I was right to let my subscription expire.
Stacking Threads flat does allow me to take full advantage of the unseemly height between the top shelf and the ceiling, but for all practical purposes the issues on the bottom half of each stack are inaccessible.
I pinned hems the width of an appointment card in the muslin this morning.
And sewed them that afternoon. The bobbin of the White was at least half empty, and almost lasted the six and two-thirds yards of hem. Someday I'm going to have to load some measured thread onto it.
The torn sheet is now in the laundry bin. I learned that if you darn in an embroidery hoop, you need to keep the tweezers handy, because every now and again the needle gets flat to the fabric and can't be picked up with fat fingers.
About halfway through, I realized that running stitch across a slit while weaving over and under the raw edges is a variant on baseball stitch/antique seam. I meant to make the rows across the not-yet-torn flaw half an inch apart, but they were seldom more than a centimeter and often less than a quarter inch. Perhaps I should have drawn guide lines with a wash-out marker.
I took my left hand out from under the hoop once and like to never got it back. It seems that all of that king-size sheet is immediately under the hoop.
※ back burner
new curtain for bedroom
make twinkle-twinkle slippers
new wallet. Coupon pocket should be a quarter inch deeper than other pockets, which will require it to be sewn a half inch below the ones pocket. Make the twenties and tens share a pocket.
That is, one pocket for large bills, one pocket for small bills, one pocket for coupons. Or maybe two; I sometimes save Marsh coupons now. In that case, we are back to the original design!
After some time of pulling out all the bills to put them into the right-side passport pocket of my jeans, then putting them back into the wallet, I have realized that one pocket for bills is all I need; one can sort the bills without dividers between the denominations. So we are back to the design described in the first paragraph, but two of the three pockets are for coupons.
I shall make a tutorial if I ever do this job. After getting caught in the rain twice in one week, I'm looking around for some canvas-weight nylon that I think I used to have.
Pencil sleeve at fold above bill pockets.
12 July 2017: Now that Marsh is dead, I need only one pocket for coupons, but I've taken to carrying my shopping lists in a separate pocket instead of putting them in with the coupons.
propeller gilligan hat
patchwork cover for White to replace pillow sham