This isn't a "reflections upon turning forty" post; that'll be the subject of a longer, more thoughtful, less slapdash piece I wasn't able to finish in time for my birthday itself, which was this past Sunday. As always, I had the best of intentions to have something polished and ready to go, but I was … Continue reading On the Button
Now that I'm feeling more confident in my skill set and and am more sure of myself in general—there's a bidirectional, synergistic relationship there that I've come to appreciate and will write about some other time—I'm taking the initial steps towards truly practising what I've been preaching for ages but have only half-managed to actually … Continue reading Toile-ing Away
I recently realized that I now associate seasons with sewing projects more than with the weather (although the two are, of course, intrinsically linked). It takes time to plan and execute a seasonal wardrobe, so my brain is usually a month or two ahead: the official start of summer, for example, was when I sewed … Continue reading From Linen to Wool
My husband and I got home last Tuesday after a very full, very satisfying vacation. We covered a ton of figurative and literal ground in our ten days on Prince Edward Island: quality time with family on both his side and mine; visits to beaches, towns, and what pass, in that tiny province, as cities; … Continue reading Back to Reality (and My Sewing Machine)
A quick post, completely unrelated to sewing so I won’t even try to make a connection, while I wait for a flight. This’ll be my fourth major trip in a twelve-month span after a many-years drought during which the idea I’d ever again leave the hospital, let alone the city, seemed laughable. Yet here I … Continue reading On the Fly
When I pivoted De Morbo Sacro in the sewing direction, my intention was to intersperse posts dedicated to my thrifting process amongst the project recaps. Lest you think that the lack of said entries is due to failure on the thrifting front, let me assure you that I've continued to steadily build a hoard of … Continue reading Thrifty
I sew for many reasons—the pleasure, the satisfaction, the skills-building, the way it scratches an OCD itch. One of the biggest ones, though, if not the biggest, is to learn how to not just accept but also embrace my changing body. A body I've never felt at home in. A body I've never put much … Continue reading In Short(s)
OK, here it is: the second instalment of a two-part series of posts about irons. Riveting stuff, right? It's exciting to me, anyway. I long ago stopped pretending that this blog is anything but a vanity project through which to indulge my whims and interests in a semi-anonymous format; as you might have gathered from … Continue reading Ironing It Out
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
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 