When I was surfing during the holidays for sewing tutorials, I came across the blog, Lia's Crafty Journey and this tutorial. After making the gift bags, I felt like I could do just about anything.
And I did!
I made this cape with some fantastic fabric I found on sale at JoAnn's before Christmas. I have enough left over to make a dress with a short skirt or a skirt with an above the knee length. I am pretty happy with the results.
This is the back view. I made the cape slightly wider and longer than the patter calls for, as I am tall and my arms are longish. I wanted it to hit just about the waist of my pants.
The sleeves hit just below the elbow, which is perfect, I am glad I added a bit of length.
You can adjust the cape using the buttons, it has endless possibilities.
I used very flat pewter buttons, so that they would lay flat, since you sew buttons back to back on either side of the fabric. This project had me re-learning how to use the button hole presser foot and I still had a few false starts (hint: practice a few first on scrap fabric.) but all in all it worked out well.
I would sat all in it took me an hour and a half, but I never to work straight through on these projects, so I have been 15 minutes here and there.
Lia's down-under so her pattern is in metric measurements, but you can adjust to Imperial measurements or JoAnn's can cut in metrics if you ask. I have both sets of rulers and just worked in metrics.
Happy sewing!
(photo credits go to L, my sewing and creative partner in crime. At 8, she is all about crafting and photography.)
I loved this book. The prose is easy to read and very engaging. While one must not be a Bronte scholar, some understanding of the Bronte sisters, their works and their lives is helpful, to really grasp, how clever Vandever was.
I enjoyed some of the absurdity in the story, it was delightful and clever and while some of her characters are stock archetypes, it works. This is as much parody of literature as it is a love story.
At first the ending brought me up short, I will say I did not see it coming, not really, even though perhaps I should and it in some ways reminds me of the final scenes of the movie The Piano, not only in drama but in terms of rebirth and the claiming of personal power.
This book is worth picking up and at 288 pages - it is a quick winter read.
So I am stealing this from LP the spinning instructor, she had a wonderful Dream Themed Spin today in honor of Dr. King and this song stuck out to me.
This is a song that made an impression on me as a younger person, for all kinds of reasons, but the goal of these posts is to focus on me as a writer, so I am going to talk about why I think writers are so important to society and why I think, it is the writers we come to study years and years after their deaths. There are reasons we read books written by people long dead.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Hold your head up, Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on, Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on, Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on, Keep your head up
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
On one hand life is mundane. I think the writer of this song has captured the reality of the human condition. Some people want to use or be used and so on and so forth. I also think there is the tendency to fall into ruts and we just keep doing what it is we are doing. We identify with a side and stick to it, unlike Madonna, very few of us actually reinvent ourselves all that often.
I think the writers of the world, the dreamers are hell bent on finding the magical in the mundane and they are seekers. They are dreamers. Culturally speaking there are all types of writers. There are historians, memiorists, journalists. They keep the facts, the chronicles, the stories that are happening now. One could say that some story tellers also serve this functions, you can learn many things about a culture by its stories.
Then you have the creative writers, the dreamers, the thinkers and the puzzlers. Some may be gifted story tellers and others may have a deeper purpose, they are the fablists and the myth keepers. Then there are the poets. Ah, the poets. The writers of music without sound.
Some writers do it for money. Popular fiction anyone. Understand I am not mocking, I think they have their role in society, I think it is important for entertainment to come in all forms. Shakespeare was an entertainer. He was not revered in his day. In many cases it is the popular fiction, which hundreds of years later has such relevance. We would know very little about the common man, had it not been for Shakespeare and his stories.
Poets write to inspire, they paint pictures with words, they write grand epics, they often die penniless and troubled. It is troubling to be blessed with a gift for words and images. The gift of dreams both while asleep and awake.
As is so often the case for many writers, when there is time to write there is a complete emptiness, the world is colorless and dreamless and when one is crushed with "busy work" or other obligations, the dreams flood reality like a raging river.
Sometimes the darker realities of life are best expressed, explored in words, in stories, than in personal terms. Sometimes it is easier to allow the brain to work with the material provide in fictional terms. Some messages are heard better in the form of a story.
Censorship is one of the strongest means of social control as is propaganda. Is it any wonder then, that the written word is such a powerful and important tool to society? Writing is a tool which informs, inspires, records, exposes and conceals. Those who write inevitably seek, looking for and find something.
While the press can be controled, books burned, and poets ignored, no one can stop a writer from dreaming.
It is no secret, writers and musicians have alot in common. Classically I think you see writers and musicians hanging out, getting drunk, creating, sharing their artistic angst. Certainly there have been some fantastical writer musician combos. Some musicians are amazing writers and some writers are well, like me, tone deaf. I hear music in words... the poetry is a music all its own.
It is not uncommon to see writers write about music which has influenced something they have written. I am not any different. Certain music sets a tone. Sometimes music I hear on the radio sparks an idea. Sometimes music makes me angry. The words, the beat, all of the above. When I get angry, I often write.
I have decided to start a blog feature called Music Monday. I will post a video of a song, which has caught my attention, made me think or influenced me in some way. I might explain it or I might just post it.
Today I am posting one that E commented on this morning. I will say, I refuse to limited their musical exposure and perhaps this is the wrong choice, but since I am not listening to explicit RAP, we listen to the radio, I will defer to the judgment of the FCC. I have spoken about my thoughts on language and with rare exception, I think all words have a time and place. Bitch is just such a word. He hasn't asked, but if he does we will talk about it, how it is used and why some people object. I in general am more irritated about the causal use of the word "hate" than I am any other four letter word. Words are not naughty. Words have power, learning to harness that power is what I want my kids to understand.
If someone is motivated to call me a bitch, I have either a) really done something to deserve such title, b) written something that needed written and someone who should learn something is resisting and projecting, or c) being called "bitch" reflects less on me more on the person doing the word selection. (I have no illusions, I can be and am sometimes a bitch.)
This song came on CD101 this morning as we went to school and E said, "Man, I like this one."
I happen to like it too. I suspect he likes the beat, he is very much tuned into rhythm. I like the rhythm and the sentiment.
The other night at swimming, the musak was playing Deacon Blue by Steely Dan and I tweeted that it was on the list of my favorite 20 songs. I thought as 2010 comes to a close, maybe I should really put just such a list together.
I am not going to put them in order, in general, where music is concerned, I like something or I don't.
So here they are in no particular order. I also am pretty sure this list is fluid - but this is a fair representation of 20 songs, which always speak to me. (The genre diversity should speak for itself.)
1. Steely Dan - Deacon Blue
2. James - Laid
3. Barbara Streisand and Barry Gibb - Guilty
4. Modest Mouse - The Float On
5. Modest Mouse - The View
6. The Moody Blues - In Your Wildest Dreams 7. Kate Bush - Running Up that Hill
