My husband and I made a big push this winter to get our apartment in good shape. We meant to do it last summer and fall but kept postponing the undertaking because we were either away or too busy. It wasn’t exactly tempting to miss out on more enticing activities in order to tackle what … Continue reading On (Fabric) Hoarding
First, some clarification for my own sense of pride: although I haven't posted in a few days, I've decided that the weekend doesn't count for the purposes of my blogging streak. In other words, the streak lives on. (Yes, I've been brainwashed by that language-learning app. At least writing is marginally more productive than drilling … Continue reading An Interlude
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
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)
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
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 