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)
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)
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
I’m finally sitting down to hammer out my first post-pivot post after a brief pause caused by sewing-related distraction and my inability to decide how best to launch this next chapter of the life of DMS. When imagining how it'd take shape, I assumed that I'd begin by reaching back to my first completed project … Continue reading When Life Gives You a Ridiculous Tablecloth, Sew a Gilberto
The more time passes, and the more consistently secure I feel in where things have settled with my health and my daily rhythms, the more aware I’ve become of how different my life is now as compared to how it was when I published my first De Morbo Sacro post eons ago. Back then, epilepsy … Continue reading From DMS to … DMS
When my power chair and I hit 100, it felt like a significant milestone in the coming together of one soul and one motor. We'd bonded in those first 100 km, and I remember being sure that it was impossible for woman and machine to be any closer unless in a cyborg situation such as … Continue reading When 2 Become 1,000
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 