I definitely had some new challenges when it came to keeping sewing (and crafting in general!) as part of my life this year. So here’s my thoughts on that, with maybe a knitting bonus thrown in.
#bpsewvember days 26 & 27. The view from where I sew is an unexciting windowless closet. I’m currently brightening it up with a “vision board” collage from a girls night out with some ladies from church. I’m still trying to figure out what style lines work for me now, since the fitted waistlines I used to love don’t anymore. But I’ve lost enough baby weight now to get a better sense of my @grainlinestudio #archershirt from last fall. Spoiler alert, the fit isn’t what I want yet, especially on the sleeves. So this will probably end up on the chopping block for my ongoing #refashionredemptionproject . #handmadewardrobe #momwardrobe #ootd #toddlerphotobomb
1. My sewing space changed drastically this year. I went from having my own room in our townhouse to having one wall of the walk in closet in our bedroom. Doug has been wonderfully accommodating of my need to have a place where I can leave my machines safely set up, from drilling a hole between the closet and the main bedroom wall to give me electricity, to moving his own rather minimal wardrobe into Hobbit’s closet so I’d have a little more room to work. I had to be really deliberate about choosing which tools I needed on a regular basis, since most of my stuff is being stored in a basement closet. I’ll be honest, I do miss having a larger space to work/natural light/being able to cut things out at home. I’ve had multiple instances of getting easily annoyed that I gave it up for a kid who wouldn’t sleep at all in there for several weeks, when running on an accumulated three hours’ sleep. But I know that it could definitely be worse. If I had to haul out and set up my machines every single time I can grab a few minutes to myself, I probably would have finished about two things this entire year. If that. So I am thankful for my husband’s creativity in making small spaces functional. And I’ll still hope that maybe someday, I can have a sewing room again. If nothing else, I only have to wait about 18 more years, right?
2. My mom has also been wonderfully accommodating in letting me use her sewing room. When the boys are napping or playing happily at her house, she’s usually fine with me sneaking upstairs for a little while so I can work in a half hour or so before teaching. I’m also doing essentially all of my cutting out and pattern assembly/tracing at her house now, since the only option at home for me is the kitchen table and I am 1000% sure I’d have Hobbit all over it because he’d want to “help Mommy”. The sentiment is admirable, but that’s just not going to work. I’ve mostly been a one project at a time girl over the course of my sewing life, but I’ve been keeping two projects going at a time this year– one for home, and one for her house. That’s been working out well for me, and I think I shall continue to do so as long as I’m working with this setup.
3. In a way, I think that having to downsize my space was good for me, because it essentially forced me to really evaluate what was in my various craft stashes–and what crafts to even continue. I got rid of a lot of stuff, from over 60 yards of fabric to about a third of my scrapbooking stuff to most of my beads. More on that later. Recently, I purged my patterns to get rid of everything that I’d previously cut in the old size that I doubt I’ll hit again. Even though I’m doing well with weight loss and trying to be more everyday active, I’m pretty sure that my hips’ bone structure is permanently wider! (I wish I’d started tracing my indie patterns sooner, because throwing out some of my older Sewaholics broke my heart a little.) This whole process has definitely fueled my desire for a more curated stash, particularly in fabric. I’m not worried about gifts, since my mom is usually the only person who buys me fabric and she knows my taste in prints and colors well. But in the future, I should definitely think twice before accepting others’ hand me downs. Because the vast majority of those just aren’t me.
4. I’ve missed refashioning. I need to start working that back into my sewing life again, because my one little salvage project made me ridiculously happy.
5. Sewing really is self care, at least for me. Sure, I make things for the boys on occasion, but since music is my job, sewing and reading are the two things I do mostly for myself. Reading is easier to work in while nursing, but I’ve known for a long time that going longer stretches without sewing has a negative impact on my mood. I’m glad that I’ve had a few years to accept the mindset of slower crafting, otherwise I’d probably be beating myself up for only averaging slightly over one project a month this year. And there are definitely times I’ve wished I was faster, like when I had to do a little binge RTW shopping early this fall just so I’d have pants this winter. But I have a much greater appreciation for the small steps now. And I think that as I slowly get back to a place where I’m more confident about having enough clothes that I can build outfits from again, that will serve me well in not just making things because I can, but because I want to.
Bonus thoughts on my other crafts:
Knitting, as I said, stays. I like having a portable craft. But I’ve found that for this season, portable is the only way I can do it at all! I’ve finished one project this entire year. For the rest, I’ve been either not knitting or working on the same cardigan, because Hobbit likes to grab my yarn and run. So now my knitting is limited to the car while Doug is driving! It’s working well for now, since I’ve been doing stockinette for ages. And slow progress, i.e. two or three rows at a time, is better than no progress. I’m not sure how I’ll handle the yoke yet, since that’s a chart and I can’t read in cars without getting a nauseating headache. But since I’m still on the first sleeve, I probably won’t have to worry about that for months.
I do still scrapbook, though I’ve mostly switched from doing the elaborate two page spreads that I used to into mostly using the pocket page protectors. It’s been working well, since I found a photo company geared towards scrapbooking that will make prints in a wider variety of sizes, including Instagram squares! I’ve been using them for a few years now, so I’ll just usually plan out my pages and what size photos I need, print several months at once, and then just do a little binge assembly when the order arrives. I’ve long been rather sentimental about memory keeping anyway, and I do see value in continuing to do that in as easy a way as possible, now that I’m a mom.
I did conclude that making jewelry doesn’t make much sense anymore, since I’ve barely been able to wear most of mine for 2 1/2 years now. I ended up getting rid of a bunch of both my me-made jewelry and my storebought stuff in a more recent (and still painful) closet purge. I do miss wearing it, and pretty much jump on it for concert days when I know little grabby hands won’t yank at it for a few hours. But I basically kept just enough supplies and tools that I can repair what I kept, and make just a few pieces more/embellish my sewing projects. And then I’ll probably just shop Etsy for any future jewelry wishes. It’s hard for me to essentially just give up on a craft that I did for so long. But so much of my life right now is prioritizing what’s most important, and when asking myself if I’d be scrambling to make a pair of earrings or sew a couple of seams during naptime, sewing wins every single time. And maybe it’s better to just focus on doing a few things well.