It’s been a bit of a lag, but despite all of the weddings for the summer being successfully wrapped up, we’ve still been extremely busy running around. Until this weekend, that is, which The Boy and I spent the majority of not-talking to each other and working on our own projects.
This might sound a little anti-social, but both of us had been bemoaning the lack of time to work on things around the house or just tasks we’d been wanting to finish up for awhile.
Also, in spite of all the weather sources forecasting rain and gloom, we actually had beautiful weather (umm, interspersed with some light hail Sunday morning) all weekend. It was glorious.
(And yes I know, I should clean the screen door. I just thought it looked nifty and smudgy with the frost from the cold.)
So what all got done?
The Boy, who has over the course of his lifetime, amassed what I’m pretty sure constitutes Every Tool Known To Man, and piled it somehow in the garage, managed to make a huge dent in the amount of space it was taking up by finally building himself a proper workbench, with shelving.
For reasons unknown to me, he didn’t want to document this with pictures (I offered!) which is a shame really, because the crappy pseudo-cabinets and “work table” (which really sounds far more stable than what was actually there) that the garage came with were horrible, poorly planned, and simply useless due to their shoddiness/lack of structural integrity. This, of course, meant that all The Boy’s toolstuffs were stacked around the walls of the garage, creeping ever closer to the middle as more Stuffs were acquired.
So, hauling up the (actual) workbench surface from the basement, he built proper shelving and supports for it, including a space for the compressor to roll neatly underneath, slapped it on top, built shelves, then built cabinets above it.
It looks great (I’ve thus named it Mancave II), and I can not express how happy I am that our (one) vehicle will now fit in the (two-car) garage. I know. I wasn’t kidding about the Toolstuffs.
He took a break on Sunday, when we had newlyweds Chrispy and Anna over for Thanksgiving dinner. We were too busy cramming food into our maws for me to take any pictures of the event, but because I am a dork I did take a picture of the table before they arrived.
Look, I really don’t get to bust out table linens and stuff very often, although I wish I did. When it happens, I like to remember it, you know?
Anyway, that was fantastic. Anna had declared that since she’d never gotten to experience the “traditional Canadian Thanksgiving” that that’s what she was expecting. I, being a strange creature who actually really likes turkey+fixin’s leftovers the days after Thanksgiving and Christmas (but not for the rest of the week after that) was very happy to oblige. Chrispy, however, saved the day on the pie front by bringing a pumpkin pie. (We don’t do the pumpkin pie in my family, but I acknowledge that it is fairly traditional.)
Everything was tasty and the company was delightful. And if you’re wondering I think we still have 3 or 4 lbs of turkey to work through. I’ve been enumerating the possibilities for The Boy: turkey quesadillas, turkey gumbo, turkey stroganoff, turkey noodle soup, turkey fried rice, shredded turkey poutine… He’s thrilled, as I’m sure you can imagine.
After the dinner, today was a slightly more relaxed day. We drove out to deliver some trees to a friend in the east end, finally (9 weeks later!) went to see District 9*, and tonight I finished up a project I bought the fabric for back in March.
* The movie was fantastic, although definitely not something I’d take anyone under 14 to see. Not having ever played Halo, I can’t comment on the movie’s relationship to the game, but aside from a couple of the crazy weapon shooting scenes, I never even thought of the game while watching.
The Boy’s comments were that it was the first alien movie he’d seen where a race of aliens are given individual personalities (like humans!) and that he appreciated it. My thoughts run closer to most peoples’ on this one: namely about the larger themes in the movie, its thought-provoking points, etc.
Short review: watch it. And no, the “handheld” camera action is not nauseating. Go watch it.
Back to my sewing project. I’ve had Amy Butler’s In Stitches for awhile now, and had actually earmarked a number of the projects for future makeage. (I did make the cat tube thing, which I must have misread or something, because I ended up with like 2.5 times the amount of fun fur I needed.) One of the projects I’d been eyeing was the Kimono-style bathrobe.
As a girl, I am perpetually cold. This is compounded, in our house, by the floors being nearly entirely hardwood. Thus, a robe or housecoat of some sort is a necessity.
Up till now, I’ve been making do by essentially hanging a hoodie in every room, so I can grab one when necessary and huddle up. Back in March, I figured that if I never bought the fabric, I would never make a start on the robe, so I headed off to the fabric store to find something.
Now, Amy’s pattern calls for one thickness of cotton or maybe cotton flannel which, honestly, if you lived up here and were planning on wearing this in the winter? Not enough. Not nearly enough if you go the cotton route. (Seriously? Who makes a cozy robe out of cotton?!) I decided that I would pick out flannel, and line the robe with a second layer.
Since I was going to essentially be sewing two copies of the robe anyway, I might as well hold up The Boy’s notion that everything I sew is double-sided (right?) and just make a reversible robe? That was the plan. So, I hopped to, bought the fabric and… that’s about it.
Late September, the guilt of this bag of fabric weighing on me (seriously, it was still in the store bag), I got it out and started washing, ironing, measuring and cutting out the pieces.
It took a couple weeks with a few nights here and there, but I eventually got all my pieces cut, neatly labelled and sitting quietly next to the sewing machine just waiting to be whipped together.
Which finally happened this weekend!
I did make a few modifications from Amy’s pattern, although more in functionality than in sizing:
- Added pockets. Given the amount of tissue I go through on a chilly morning, any robe of mine had better have pockets
- Reversible, obviously.
- Added loop for hanging from a hook; who hangs a robe on a hanger?
And that’s it. Otherwise it’s pretty much a straight-from-the-book medium size. For anyone thinking of making this, I will say that her sizing is extremely generous. The shoulder seams are at least 3.5-4″ too big for me on each side, which is a little ridiculous. I know robes aren’t meant to be fitted garments, but that is way too much ease. I’d recommend measuring yourself then taking in the front/back panels a little accordingly.
I apologize for the crappy pictures, but I just wasn’t in the mood to fight with a tripod and get pictures of it on me, blah blah blah, so I enlisted Betty, my duct tape double instead. Tada:
When I first started trying bits on for pocket placement and sizing adjustments, etc., I made the mistake of asking The Boy his thoughts. His comment on my fabric choice was “It’s very Austin Powers”. Hmph. Guinness, happily, approved of both my fabrics, as she seemed to loll on both with equal enthusiasm. It’s nice to get some support in one’s projects.
Those of you with scary attention to detail will notice pins and gapping between layers. I confess I’m not fully done. I still need to hem the bottoms and do some last bits of stitching to get the two halves attached, but I was so excited about getting this robe so close to completion I just had to share.
…isn’t it just how you wanted to spend your Thanksgiving weekend?