Sewing the Skirt, an update

On Tuesday night I cut out the houndstooth. I was afraid it would cut badly, as the clerk had trouble at G Street, but honestly, this fabric has been a dream to work with. It has to be pressed into place before sewing, but it has just the right amount of give, it isn't too slippery and the lines are straight. A little ravelly, so I have to be careful about too much handling. I've quick finished a couple of places to prevent too much fraying. I'm finding that I have to do everything twice. I'm just out of practice and the machine is new. Learning as I go. I put the zipper in last night, but it looks bad, so out it will come and we'll try again. I also need to work on fit, it's way too large in the hips. I re-basted last night and think I'm close. Part of my problem (I found when pressing for zipper prep) was my back seam wasn't clean, I eased in from 5/8" before I reached the notch. So out that seam came. But it looks much better and when the zipper's done, I'll have reached a milestone. Unfortunately, that probably won't be until after the holidays.
Hubby told MIL I got a new SM, and she's apparently quite excited. Who knew? I think she'd like a new one. She's always sewn and used to be very good (she once made the uniforms for the Cinncinnatti Reds!). She has an old (60's-ish?) Singer and a "Portable" Singer from their crap days, so she doesn't do much these days. I'd love for her to get back into it. She also quilts a lot. She has a lot of tops that she and her mother pieced, that have never been quilted. I have one of them that did get done. I'll try to remember to post a photo of that one, "Widow's Trouble"

This post is pushing my blog into the direction I'd like it to go: towards a sewing journal. Bits of life intertwinned are good, though, as reminders and markers.

SG's trial has gone to the jury. Faster than I thought it would. The decision is whether it's 1st, 2nd degree or manslaughter. For justice, I want to see him as Bubba's curly-headed bitch for the next 50 years, also though I think he had all day on Feb 9 to fret about what his daughter was going to say and to plan how to get out of the mess he'd made. Then she came home, they fought, she slapped him and he hit her back. That's when he thought "I've hit her, I'm going to jail, how can if fix this?" With that thought, it clinched M1 in my mind.

Heading home EARLY in the morning, a 6:30 am flight, home by 8. Still time to do some shopping. Tons of snow there, a white Christmas for sure.

I'm going to add my blog address to SG for the sewing updates next week.

Merry Christmas and hope I get back on before the New Year!