Inspired by a peek inside the Sewer’s Bordello and the dream studios in the most recent issue of Threads, I thought I’d give you an inside view of the threadsquare studios. Way inside. I mean, you’ve already glimpsed my sewing space. And there’s not much more to it than that – my patterns, muslins, cone thread & various tools are stashed in the drawer of an antique dresser, located in the dining room (trust me, it makes sense in person). Notions, art supplies, more fabric in a closet in the sewing room/office. A couple vintage machines in the dining room with the dresser. But what you’re really dying to know is, what goes on in the mind of that seamster? I know you are. These songs always, and I mean always, pop into my head while I’m working on a project.
Every time I’m at the ironing board, you’ll find me humming this song. “Somebody remembers the dress, how it was handsome, beautifully pressed” really takes the tedium out of ironing and pressing. If you find it tedious. I tend to like it.
Whiskeytown (here acoustic Ryan Adams) / Somebody Remembers the Rose
And who doesn’t start humming The White Stripes’ The Hardest Button to Button when it comes time to add those final notions to a garment? Can we all agree Michel Gondry is beyond?
And then there’s this line from a make-believe song, wherein I change the lyric from “she sets the scene” to “she sets the seam.” A quick google search proved the song does exist, but I’ve never heard of Thee Strawberry Mynde, and in my head it’s a 13th Floor Elevators number. Weird.
I need some good prep & cutting songs. Negroni muslin is done, and now I’m finally cutting out the fabric.