Mary Beth Writes

The "Womanly Art and Practice of Sewing"  

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"Sewing with Clowns"

 

The beginnings of my career with needle and thread:  When I was in 3rd grade my classmates and I played marbles at recess. I was jealous of the cool “store-bought” marble bags some of the other kids possessed. I decided I could have a marble bag, too. All I had to do was make it myself.

Oh the places “make it myself” has taken me…

That afternoon I looked through my mom’s stash of cloth and found pink polka dotted fabric. Cool!

I threaded a needle and probably didn’t even need to squint to do so. I miss my eyes of yore.

Then I sat on the floor in my room, tongue probably sticking out of the corner of my mouth, and sewed up both sides of that little polka-dotted marble bag.

It was done! I picked it up to admire it.

My skirt went up in the air.

I had sewn the thing to my skirt.

Older but wiser:  All the girls in my 7th grade class were signing up for the 4-H sewing club that would be taught at the house of some lady who happened to live across the street from our rural school. Remember when the world was richly populated by at-home adults who were glad to share their talents with the young? That was back when one paycheck was enough to feed and house a family.

I sewed a navy blue A-line skirt with a zipper.

The group leader said I was a nice girl and would probably get better at installing zippers as I got older.

Many 15-year olds sew beautifully:  I was in High School. I sewed a turquoise and white checked twill A-line dress for myself. It came out quite nicely, I thought. I wore it to school. A friend walked behind me in the hallway.

“What happened to the zipper?”

“Um. They’re hard to put in.”

“You ought to take a look at it again tonight, maybe.”

If you have ever installed a zipper, you know what I’m talking about here. A zipper is narrow. The foot of the sewing machine needle is a tiny bit of metal that splits in two, to hold down the material while it stitches. When the skinniest side of the foot is up against the teeth of the zipper, it works fine. When one has to turn around and bring that foot up against the other side of the zipper, the foot is a tad too wide, and it becomes hard to evenly sew a straight line.

One side of that zipper was sewn straight.  The other side was a meandering line down my back, often snagged so that loops of thread were hanging. As I wore the dress, those not-tight loops pulled loose so that the dress hung crooked. My dress sort of looked as if it had had a stroke.

25 years old and its still a challenge:  I was in seminary and nearly every day I wore the denim jumper that I had sewn years before. At this point my friend Kathleen is laughing. She remembers that jumper.

I wanted something new. Also, I was going to be visiting my mom (in Michigan) for a few days and she had a sewing machine. I knew myself well enough by then to know that because I didn’t love to sew, I tended to work too fast, which is how I made mistakes.

I decided I was going to Take My Time and Do Something Right for A Change. I measured myself, bought a pattern for a pair of pants that would have inset pockets, zipper, waistband, belt loops, all the details that create a polished job.

I sewed those pants out of groundhog taupe (the color of a large rodent walking slowly through a farm field at dusk) corduroy. I worked, took deep breaths. I reminded myself to “go Zen”. I hummed gently. I sewed patiently. I made a perfect pair of pants.  

Do you remember when patterns were never exactly the size they said they were?

I put them on my size 12 body. They were at least a size 20. The only way I could keep them up was to gather the waist with a giant safety pin. Sigh. Perfect pants way too big.

Of course, I could not wear them outside of my Chicago apartment so they became my at-home study pants.  Sometimes, if I wanted to remember something, I would write it down on my pants.

My boyfriend surprised-visited me when I was wearing them.

Len looked down and then back up.

“Why do your pants say Bernard of Clairvaux?”

Sewing leads to adventure:  I was a co-leader of girls in the Cabrini Green housing projects Young Life teenagers club. I liked the girls, they liked me and the other leader; we spent a lot of time driving them to the boys’ basketball games where the girls would be their cheerleaders. (The girls picked this activity, sigh). At the end of the year we were all invited to a banquet at a fancy downtown Chicago club. I wore a black velvet jumper that I had sewn over a red plaid blouse that I owned. The girls were wild with approval because I looked fancier than my usual T-shirt and jeans.

I said sewing was not hard (hah) and if they wanted to do a sleepover at my apartment, I could show them how to make drawstring bags.

Envision a dozen girls, myself and my brave roommate (Hi, Cathy!), curling irons sitting in the gas jets of our stove, the sewing machine blazing 10 hours straight. Loud music, frozen pizza after frozen pizza, shrieking girls, and so much laughing my jaw tired.

Cheaper than a round-trip to Europe and 18 times as amazing.

It was July 2 of 2000. A giant storm blew down trees, dumped inches of rain, and knocked out electricity for three days. Len drove out the morning after the storm to buy a generator; while he was gone the backup battery on the sump pump died and two inches of water covered the basement floor.

Once the electricity came back on and the water drained away we started the humungous task of cleaning up and throwing away.

The foot pedal of the sewing machine had been in the water three days. This was my mom’s 1958 sewing machine: a stalwart, functional, heavy monolith of domesticity. I went to the sewing machine shop in our town to ask if they could get a new power pedal. They said no, it was too old.

I gave away the footless machine to a charity that would take it - I never turned back.

Sometimes, after 30 or 40 years, a grown-up can just say, “I don’t enjoy that.”

And let it go.  

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Mindful Chickens 11/15/2017

Our son was married this past weekend. As he said, “This wedding has a lot of moving parts …” We are slowly coming out of our happy preoccupation with our kids’ lives.

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Mindful Chickens? We are frugal so that our retirement savings will last as long as we do. At the same time we try to consume responsibly so that our choices have the least negative impact on our fellow humans and on our earth and its creatures.  Cheep, Cheap!

Mindful Chickens of the past few weeks?   

American Clutter

I watched an 18-minute video about Americans and their clutter.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AhSNsBs2Y0 

 (I read about it in the letters section of The Non-Conformist Advocate.   http://thenonconsumeradvocate.com/ )

The book it is related to is this: Life at Home in the Twenty-First Century: 32 Families Open Their Doors. http://www.ioa.ucla.edu/press/life-at-home

From Our Hit Parade of $ Mistakes

I said last week that I would list The Dumbest Money Things Len and I have done in our lives.

1. Oops. I forgot to get a graduate degree at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. What would my writing career have been like with top-notch editors, agents, accolades and cash?

I have no idea. I write fiction but I don’t live it

Mindful Chickens 10/23/2017

1. The most effectively frugal thing I did last week -- was have a cold. I walked some of those beautiful days… but other than that I stayed home with my germs.

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10 Things I Learned By 65

Yesterday I turned 65. My birthday weekend was great; we saw all the kids and our grandbaby. The baby smiles slowly at us now. When she feels brave that we will be nice to her, she lifts her hand and waves. My socks melted.

So now I’m old!  Well, at least on the outside … inside I feel a smooth 47.  I went for a long bike ride Sunday afternoon and I wasn’t even sore yesterday when I apparently walked seven miles (in two walks). That’s cool!

Credit Freezing

Just figures; all the frugal sites i read are talking about freezing lovely produce from their gardens - while I'm  freezing my credit report...

Per my Mindful Chickens of just this morning - I just froze two credit reports and fraud alerted the third. There are apparently two smaller credit reporting agencies I never heard of before, so I’m doing nothing about them at this time.

I suggest you read this first. Krebs is a well-respected guy; I heard him interviewed on an NPR show a while back. Read “about the author” section for more credentials.  

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