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Methinks, Scary Though it May Be
January 27th, 2010 by Les

“Methinks it is a token of healthy and gentle characteristics, when women of high thoughts and accomplishments love to sew; especially as they are never more at home with their own hearts than while so occupied.”  ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Marble Faun, 1859

Veni, Vidi, Velcro.  I came, I saw, I stuck around.  ~Author Unknown

Methinks the first quote above is a bunch of hooey – at least as far as I’m concerned.  The curtains I was sewing for our studio are now hung.  They look good from a distance.

Let me make it perfectly clear (yes, I’m channeling Dick Nixon!), at no time during the sewing process was I “at home with my own heart while so occupied”.  If I’d have been able to figure out a way to Velcro the hems on the curtains, I would have done so.

I threaded the needle on the sewing machine so many times you’d have thought I was going for a hand-eye coordination award.  The mere fact that I could see the needle hole to thread it was some type of miracle.  The bobbin was another thing.  Good heavens, who knew it would take spools (yes in the plural) to accomplish 24 curtain panels.

When I first learned to sew, I believe it was in 7th grade Home Economics class, an inkling of just how domestic I was to become surfaced.  At that time every item meant to be sewn was basted (not like a roast or chicken – big long hand sewn strokes to hold the material in place) prior to actually sewing it.  Come to think of it, I’m pretty good at basting poultry and, as if it matters, aced that class.

I diligently sat basting a hem on the apron I was supposed to be making for this particular class.  It took me most of the 45 minute “hour” of class to get the work done.  The five minute dismissal bell rang.  I stood up to put my sewing kit away and low and behold I had basted the apron to my skirt.  This was 7th grade – no tact involved here – any classmates within eyesight cracked up laughing.  Needless to say, but I shall anyway, I did not ace this class!

For some reason the teacher saw no humor in the situation simply grabbing this little “cutty” tool and excising the garment from my skirt while letting me know in no uncertain terms I’d better start taking this class seriously if I ever expected to have a husband and family in my future.  Gees, lighten up – I know a lot of women who don’t even know what a sewing machine looks like!

There are many fabric shops in Guadalajara and a few in the Lake Chapala region (I’ve written about them in past blogs).  The shops are generally airy and display their many bolts of material in such a way that the colors “pop” and even the most novice of future seamstress  people are drawn in.  The next time I’m tempted to wonder into this world of domesticity, I shall repeat the mantra “go to someone who knows what they are doing” (this has worked well for me in the past, on many other levels, and I have every belief it will continue to do so into the unseen future).  You have but to look at all of the hand-stitched Mexican clothing that one sees in the town square marketplaces and the signs that say “seamstress here” or “upholstery done to order” in our very own village.

David and I met a lovely couple while strolling the village on Sunday who invited us in to see what an absolutely spectacular job they have done on the home they purchased just up the block from ours.  During the course of our conversation and comparing of notes on where we were in the process of setting our homes up the lady asked if we had to pay duty on the sewing machine when we brought it in?  To which I replied that it was older then Methuselah and no one bothered even looking at it.  She then commented she had purchased a sewing machine here, for fear the duty would be high if she bought it in from the states.  The sewing machine was about the size of a loaf of bread and was just about as useful as a loaf of bread.  I just loved that comment and it gave me hope as I can do a lot of things with a loaf of bread that would amaze and astonish you. (As an aside, if the item you plan on bringing in is over a year old – keep the receipts – you do not have to pay duty on it.) 

Some times the better part of valor is to recognize one’s inabilities and become one with them.

Bear in mind...nice at a distance

Bear in mind...nice at a distance

Circling the studio...again at a distance

Circling the studio...again at a distance

David's domain - we went with burgandy tiebacks

David's domain - we went with burgandy tiebacks

An outside view

An outside view

Close up view over rooftop

Close up view over rooftop


2 Responses  
  • Sandy Gregory writes:
    January 27th, 20103:31 pmat

    You are hysterically funny. I was wizard at sewing. I made blouses, suits, coats dresses, pants, skits & you name it. Too bad I’m not there with you. I would have knocked those curtains out in a hot New York second. I made the shower curtains in my bathroom using a Singer sewing machine from 1965. Basting? “We don’t need no stinking basting.” I sew over stick pins.

    Have a fun day.

    Sandy

  • trena writes:
    January 27th, 20101:59 pmat

    hi dear judy!! i miss the pleasure of your company!it appears you and david are blissfully happy in mexico! just wanted to drop a line and tell you hi!


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