I keep apologizing for the fact that this blog, the one I pretend is about sewing and epilepsy, has been so heavy on the accessibility/mobility/weather rants as of late. I also keep promising that I'll cease and desist with said rants. Well, I'll stop doing both those things (the apologizing and the promising) and accept … Continue reading Four Small Wheels, Two Small-ish Motors, One Major Headache
Enough with the weather. Enough droning on about my mobility challenges. I'm ready to set both aside and inaugurate a new series of posts, this one shifting attention back where I want it to be and away from a winter that’s keeping me inside yet again (I’ll stop myself there). But I digress. Last summer, … Continue reading Elastic Waist, but Make It Fashion
I'm composing this while perched atop my power wheelchair in my favourite corner of my local branch of the public library. This would be entirely unremarkable were it not for the fact this is only the second day in over two weeks that writing here has been an option. First it was the snow, then … Continue reading A Short and Somewhat Unsatisfying Semi-Finale
The intermission is over. My blogging streak is officially over, too, and I don't feel a smidge bad about it. The show is lasting longer than anticipated, and I couldn't maintain a once-a-day pace forever. In Act Two of this saga, I'll lower my self-expectations, just as I had to lower my expectations of the … Continue reading Act Two, Part One
My power wheelchair's first set of batteries started showing signs of failure mere months after they were given their inaugural run. Concerned, I contacted the service representative I'd been dealing with at the store through which I purchased the (remarkably expensive) chair. It took some back and forth, but she was helpful and kind and … Continue reading Batteries Fail, Life Goes On
If one measures accomplishments in tangible output, as our capitalist society is wont to do, my summer and early fall weren’t incredibly fruitful. As a productivity-worshipping perfectionist whose self-worth has traditionally been based on such standards, I feel obliged to remind you that my lack of much to show for these months was by design: … Continue reading Just Like Christmas
Please note that this is part one of what I swear will be a two-post series. I'm serious this time. Bear with me. In the list of sewing-related activities I dislike, a very close second to cutting is ironing. For the purposes of this post, which isn't a how-to but rather an opportunity for me … Continue reading Wrinkles
When I was ten or so, my mom sewed a solstice dress for me to wear to winter solstice rituals. (I won’t elaborate on the yearly event, but think “simulated birth canal.”) I still have that magnificent gown, which is in a purple 1990s celestial print that could be mistaken for nothing but a relic … Continue reading Curse of the Solstice Gown
If the last three shirts I’ve sewn are anything to go by, it’s safe to say that I’m squarely in my camp-collar era. It all started, of course, with the Gilbert. Next was the Donny. For months, I kept seeing Friday Pattern Company’s Donny Shirt while perusing other people’s finished objects on Instagram. IG’s algorithm … Continue reading Oh Donny Boy
Before I get caught up in a million project recaps, I'm going to make good on my promise to maintain the disability component of DMS. This feels important because the more time passes, the more I realize that accessibility-related considerations play into almost everything I do, hobbies included. Not always in a bad way, though: … Continue reading Cutting It Out
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 