Before packing up the car for a week in NH, I made certain to write up this blog post, take photos for a separate post and file them away on my phone, and snugly fit good intentions into my bag. All my good intentions and energy instead went straight into caring for my dad – I was giving my mom a long overdue, well-deserved holiday. It was a fantastic, exhausting, happy, sad, funny and difficult week. One with very little time for sewing, reading or writing, and ultimately tough decisions to be made. Don’t worry, I let off a little steam with another fabulous hike at the end of the week. Ryan and I each grew up near our state’s respective highest peaks. I’ve been up Katahdin a few times with him, but I’d never taken him up Mt. Washington. (He’d been on the summit as a young lad, via the auto road. Pfft. Wait, so have I.) Possible thunderstorms in the forecast for Saturday (Mt. Wash is not a place you want to be in bad weather), we delayed a day by hiking a local hill to find buckets of blackberries. And fresh bear scat. We emptied our Nalgenes, picked quickly with ears pricked and eyes alert, then wandered home. Ry’s drive up to NH to meet me paid off in full Sunday. I love the trail we went up, which follows a ravine and waterfalls. And although the summit was crowded with tourists, we reveled in having a clear day up top. Two drops of rain on the exposed descent trail, followed by a quick dip in the icy mountain runoff along the base road, washed away all the sweat and blisters of the past six hours. Sports bra and hiking bikinis make for a totally suitable bathing suit in the wild.
So, yeah. Spoiled by nature. And spoiled by friends. Here is my original post:
Boy am I spoiled. In fact, I don’t even deserve the goodies given to me recently. I mean, really guys, how many FOs have I posted lately? On second thought, don’t answer that. A couple weeks ago, I discovered this gem of a box on my stoop. Ooo-eeee! All the way from Californ-i-a! My bestie Sarah sent me a box of fabric, full of awesomeness like striped swimsuit lycra, blue gingham, wide green seersucker. And Marimekko. Vintage Marimekko. Girl probably heard my delight from this coast. I’ve never splurged on every seamster’s favorite Finn fabric, but have come very close. THANK YOU S-bear, and thank you GW… amazing taste! I’m not certain what I’m going to do with it – the pieces are small – but maybe a home dec project.
Then, just a few days later, I got together with my other bestie, Sheila. As I was pulling out of the drive, she came running down in the dark yelling something, and plunged this in my hands. My greedy little hands. Oh boy!!! Inside the case for the book was an unused fitting shell pattern. Yes, please and THANK YOU. It’s a size 8, which I think might be a bit too small of a starting point, but I’m gonna give it whirl. I’ve said it before, but I’d really like to have a shell/sloper/moulage/whatever so that I can simply build from that foundation block. Kenneth King is teaching a moulage course nearby in October, but it’s way out of my budget.
Super huge shout out to my double S team – you both truly are the best. For many more reasons that gifts. Them’s just a perk :)
A Nordic aside: did anyone else notice in the new IKEA catalogue that they are now selling a sewing machine? It’s really basic, and probably pretty crappy. However, that’s still pretty exciting. Sewing has been in the news a few times lately, and the more press the better. Wocka wocka.