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So, today was the appointment with the appraiser. Then I need to get all the paperwork in order, and signed, and copied, and whatnot, and sent off to the mortgage guy. And get the taxes done, after I get the instructions for this latest schedule that I have to fill out.
Has anybody ever wondered why the dyslexic is the one doing the taxes? I mean, really. But I appear to be the organized one in this house. Certainly nobody is going to go accusing Mikey of keeping an orderly living space, unless they are certain other people of my acquaintance whose last name is now a unit of clutter measurement...
If the appraiser had taken less time, I would have gone to the baronial meeting, but it didn't happen that way, so I decided that since I was going to be home I might as well do something productive even if it didn't involve moving furniture.
So I dug the current sewing project out of the sewing room. It's a 13th century sleeveless gown, made of some very heavy lovely red wool. Hopefully it will be very warm, so I don't have to swipe Edwin's garde-corps all the time. And when it is finished, it will have embroidery and beads and it might have fur trim if I can find evidence for black fur at the right time and it will be Extremely Cool because I hand-sewed it. It would be cooler if I'd woven the fabric, but, hey, we must make sacrifices somewhere or nothing would ever get done.
I marked it for the insertion of the last of the four gores that it will eventually have, and discovered as I was measuring to cut that I managed to put the penultimate one in backwards. Ordinarily when you are using a solid color fabric without a nap, it doesn't matter which side is which, but this one has two definite sides. One is noticably fuzzier than the other--that's the one that's designated for the inside. It somewhat resembles the fuzzy side of Velcro, which is why it's the inside and not the outside. So, I ripped it out and am in the process of sewing it back on, correctly this time. Iniki was upset that she couldn't sit on my lap due to the very large pile of wool on it, so she settled atop the tax paperwork which was next to me on the couch, and proceeded to do the "I am turning myself upside down in order to look extremely cute and get you to pay attention to me" manuever. Then she attacked my pencil.
Iniki is not allowed to sit on my lap while I am sewing, unless she is pointed in a direction such that she is incapable of eating--or, more precisely, trying to eat--my needle as it goes in and out. She is much of the reason why I stopped doing counted cross-stitch. Well, that and that it's dull and boring. And she tries to eat my spinning as it comes off my fingers. There are reasons why I insisted on naming the cat after a natural disaster...
This is the project that will have a tablet-woven edge binding on the neckline, and possibly the armholes as well. I found enough silk thread in my thread-and-needle drawer that I could start Right Now with the binding, if I hadn't decided that I was going to do the not-quite-as-much-fun stuff first and save the card weaving for much much later. I haven't decided yet what color the binding ought to be. It will only be four cards, unless I get some more finished beforehand, and then it will be six. But that's only because the wool is so very thick--all the tablet-woven bindings that I have info on were 4 cards maximum, but the fabric seems to have been a lot finer. The other reason for doing four cards is that it means I would have to buy fewer spools of thread, if I chose a color that wasn't Edwin Blue (as this is the only color I happen to have four spools of). I could do black, which would look Really Spiffy when all the rest of the embroidery that is supposed to be going on this dress is on it (sometime in the third or fourth decade from now, if I'm industrious) or I could do red, but then I would have to go buy more thread. In any case, it should be a single color, I think, because a pattern would detract from the intended spiffiness of the embroidery. Sigh. Decisions, decisions.
Has anybody ever wondered why the dyslexic is the one doing the taxes? I mean, really. But I appear to be the organized one in this house. Certainly nobody is going to go accusing Mikey of keeping an orderly living space, unless they are certain other people of my acquaintance whose last name is now a unit of clutter measurement...
If the appraiser had taken less time, I would have gone to the baronial meeting, but it didn't happen that way, so I decided that since I was going to be home I might as well do something productive even if it didn't involve moving furniture.
So I dug the current sewing project out of the sewing room. It's a 13th century sleeveless gown, made of some very heavy lovely red wool. Hopefully it will be very warm, so I don't have to swipe Edwin's garde-corps all the time. And when it is finished, it will have embroidery and beads and it might have fur trim if I can find evidence for black fur at the right time and it will be Extremely Cool because I hand-sewed it. It would be cooler if I'd woven the fabric, but, hey, we must make sacrifices somewhere or nothing would ever get done.
I marked it for the insertion of the last of the four gores that it will eventually have, and discovered as I was measuring to cut that I managed to put the penultimate one in backwards. Ordinarily when you are using a solid color fabric without a nap, it doesn't matter which side is which, but this one has two definite sides. One is noticably fuzzier than the other--that's the one that's designated for the inside. It somewhat resembles the fuzzy side of Velcro
Iniki is not allowed to sit on my lap while I am sewing, unless she is pointed in a direction such that she is incapable of eating--or, more precisely, trying to eat--my needle as it goes in and out. She is much of the reason why I stopped doing counted cross-stitch. Well, that and that it's dull and boring. And she tries to eat my spinning as it comes off my fingers. There are reasons why I insisted on naming the cat after a natural disaster...
This is the project that will have a tablet-woven edge binding on the neckline, and possibly the armholes as well. I found enough silk thread in my thread-and-needle drawer that I could start Right Now with the binding, if I hadn't decided that I was going to do the not-quite-as-much-fun stuff first and save the card weaving for much much later. I haven't decided yet what color the binding ought to be. It will only be four cards, unless I get some more finished beforehand, and then it will be six. But that's only because the wool is so very thick--all the tablet-woven bindings that I have info on were 4 cards maximum, but the fabric seems to have been a lot finer. The other reason for doing four cards is that it means I would have to buy fewer spools of thread, if I chose a color that wasn't Edwin Blue (as this is the only color I happen to have four spools of). I could do black, which would look Really Spiffy when all the rest of the embroidery that is supposed to be going on this dress is on it (sometime in the third or fourth decade from now, if I'm industrious) or I could do red, but then I would have to go buy more thread. In any case, it should be a single color, I think, because a pattern would detract from the intended spiffiness of the embroidery. Sigh. Decisions, decisions.
