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Paaaain without love~
Jul. 12th, 2021 11:50 amApparently song lyrics are the first things that pop into my head when I think of a word to describe my day. I'm home sick with a migraine today and my whole face hurts. Yesterday I went to an event for residential school awareness (held on the site of a former residential school), and while it was so powerful, I sat in full sun for almost 5 hours, with an apparent grass allergy I didn't know I had, and haze provided by wildfire smoke. The sharp stabby pain from this morning is gone but I still have hte low-level concentrated pain that I would have gone to work with and suffered my whole day through.
I cut the elastic too short for my Pietra pants, damnit. I also couldn't find 2" when I was out that night so I bought 1" thinking no problem, I can just do what I did with the shorts! This was a lie. I have ripped the waist band out for the moment. Guido was yelling at me and wanting to be in my lap so I gave up on sewing any more that day.
I have just over 2 yards of the linen left, plus maybe half a yard of a wide strip where the pants were cut out. Since I am still low-key into Shadow and Bone fandom, one of the actors was photographed at an event wearing a lovely suit, and now I want a jacket to go with my pants. Just debating if I want something more like a blazer, or perhaps blazer-adjacent, or maybe a robe-type thing, or...
AND THEN THE BEST. So, my city area is called "the capital region" because there is the city I live in, and then there are two immediately adjacent cities separated only by the ring road and a bit of land, one north west and one directly east, and then several smaller cities within a half hour drive. My work-friend Erin messaged me early Saturday afternoon with a photo of a vintage sewing machine spotted in the east-side city. I posted on a discord group to tell them to stop me from driving all the way over there (just under 30 km) to pick it up. While I was already collecting my things to make the drive. They were like "um give us a harder question please, go go go!"
The machine, table, an accessory box, and weirdly a universal power adapter which has no reason being with the machine, all came home with me for $40. (I also picked up a set of plastic bins on wheels for $10) I named it James.
The name was hard to read because of the pin rash, but it is a Vickers machine, made in England. It's a vibrating shuttle (the shuttle is missing, as is the back plate) that differs from a Singer 128 in that it can go backwards. The table was definitely built for an electric machine as it has no room or space for a treadle, and the motor is the same type of shoe-machine motor that's on my converted National. It has no foot pedal and the rubber band is missing to drive the machine from motor to flywheel. Everything appears to be moving freely, there were no horrible sounds being made as I turned it. I'm really excited to get the missing pieces and see how it runs!
The table needs a lot of love. Not only did it need repair in the first place, with the veneer being damaged on nearly every edge, and the needle bar leaving a dent when the side leaf was folded up, but some ladies came up to help me get it into my car, and I was distracted by them and hadn't noticed the fold out drawer falling forward, so I broke it when it caught on the seat. Oops.
I cut the elastic too short for my Pietra pants, damnit. I also couldn't find 2" when I was out that night so I bought 1" thinking no problem, I can just do what I did with the shorts! This was a lie. I have ripped the waist band out for the moment. Guido was yelling at me and wanting to be in my lap so I gave up on sewing any more that day.
I have just over 2 yards of the linen left, plus maybe half a yard of a wide strip where the pants were cut out. Since I am still low-key into Shadow and Bone fandom, one of the actors was photographed at an event wearing a lovely suit, and now I want a jacket to go with my pants. Just debating if I want something more like a blazer, or perhaps blazer-adjacent, or maybe a robe-type thing, or...
AND THEN THE BEST. So, my city area is called "the capital region" because there is the city I live in, and then there are two immediately adjacent cities separated only by the ring road and a bit of land, one north west and one directly east, and then several smaller cities within a half hour drive. My work-friend Erin messaged me early Saturday afternoon with a photo of a vintage sewing machine spotted in the east-side city. I posted on a discord group to tell them to stop me from driving all the way over there (just under 30 km) to pick it up. While I was already collecting my things to make the drive. They were like "um give us a harder question please, go go go!"
The machine, table, an accessory box, and weirdly a universal power adapter which has no reason being with the machine, all came home with me for $40. (I also picked up a set of plastic bins on wheels for $10) I named it James.
The name was hard to read because of the pin rash, but it is a Vickers machine, made in England. It's a vibrating shuttle (the shuttle is missing, as is the back plate) that differs from a Singer 128 in that it can go backwards. The table was definitely built for an electric machine as it has no room or space for a treadle, and the motor is the same type of shoe-machine motor that's on my converted National. It has no foot pedal and the rubber band is missing to drive the machine from motor to flywheel. Everything appears to be moving freely, there were no horrible sounds being made as I turned it. I'm really excited to get the missing pieces and see how it runs!
The table needs a lot of love. Not only did it need repair in the first place, with the veneer being damaged on nearly every edge, and the needle bar leaving a dent when the side leaf was folded up, but some ladies came up to help me get it into my car, and I was distracted by them and hadn't noticed the fold out drawer falling forward, so I broke it when it caught on the seat. Oops.
