Sewing journal: comedy of errors

Yesterday's plan to make as much progress as possible on trousers was scuppered when I ran out of black thread. Circe laughed a lot--how could anyone run out of black!! I suppose she is right.

So instead I cut out the fabric for my madras check skirt, no biggie. And today went to the (local independent) craft shop to get more thread. Somehow I spent £70 there -- new Fiskars pinking shears the major cost culprit, but an embrodery hoop and some coloured pencils and other haberdashery also fell in the basket.

Got home, all gung-ho to get going and unwrapped the thread and it is ... thicc. I think it is mislabelled top-stitching thread, or something. Wayyyy too thick for my needle and definitely would be terrible with the trouser fabric. So no biggie, I think, I'll switch to the skirt project. I motor on with for a bit, get the zip in place, try it on and hmmm. I think the fabric just does not have enough drape, or the double-layer construction just adds too much structure. I'm not loving it, which makes me sad because I did have a ~vision~. So I've stopped and will contemplate: whether to continue, or whether to use the fabric in one of the tote bag patterns that lazulus introduced me to.

Sewing does instil a particular kind of thoughtfulness and willingness to stop drop and reconsider. I just did not have the patience for this kind of setback when I was younger - if I couldn't get a project finished in a weekend I lost my mojo so easily. But I feel very chill about this - I haven't gone so far that I can't repurpose the fabric, but maybe I'll rethink it on another day.

Last thing: I came across the Royal Society of Needlework's Stitchbank It is AMAZING!