day sixty-two: on the right track
Yesterday, I took in the left leg of the pants 1.5” at the waist and hip, but I finished too late to try them on. I tried them on tonight, and I think they’re just about right. Now I just need to do the other side. I think they could come in at the knee as well, but that doesn’t make them unwearable the way the hip and waist did.
Next up, making the stitch lines. Stay tuned.
Okay. I basted the second leg and then stitched it down with handspun wool thread. I’ll try them on tomorrow; it’s gotten quite late.
I’m watching episodes of The Repair Shop on Netflix while I work, and one of the repair experts was commenting on a chair she was restoring for a customer, saying that she wished she had something of her grandfather’s to remember him by.
I don’t have much in the way of things that belonged to my paternal grandparents, and nothing at all from my mother’s parents — they lived in Canada and didn’t have much, and had lots of grandchildren.
What I do have, and what I think I inherited from both sides of the family, are my skills. I can cook and bake, sew and weave, spin and knit, do basic woodworking and middling leatherwork. I taught myself to solder copper pipe because I needed to. I built a yurt because I wanted one. I can do all those things not just because I was taught to do some of them, but because growing up as I did, I knew I could. I had that example.
I hope someday I can set that example for people. I hope I’m doing it now. If it was done, it can be done; it just requires some thought and mucking about.
Enough philosophy. Time for bed. Night, y’all.
hopefully, on to a waistband tomorrow