Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote,
Susan Dennis

Making stuff

One of my earliest memories was in our house in Kansas City (so before I was 6) when I was still forced to take naps in the afternoon. I really wanted some sandals and my Mother kept saying no. So one day, at nap time, I dreamed up a way that I could make myself a pair. It involved fabric and glue and cardboard. I drew out what I wanted to do and made a template of my foot.

After my 'nap', I found Mother and Daddy in the kitchen and announced that I needed fabric and glue and cardboard. Mom told me to get out of her way but Daddy was intrigued and asked me why and I explained and I showed him the template and the drawings and he dropped what he was doing and turned into Sandal Maker Assistant.

We made them just like I envisioned. I was so proud and so thrilled that Daddy thought it was a worth while project. I think they lasted a day or less but that so didn't matter. The whole thing is such a powerful and wonderful memory.

These days I'm rediscovering the joy of making shit. I never really lost it but I've also never really had so much open ended time to try stuff and do stuff and think about stuff and research stuff. It's heaven.

Today I cut out all the rest of the pants that I have the fabric for. Four pair actually. And then I put the pants patterns away. I'm ready to move on once I get them all sewn up.

Then I did some massive crochet research. I hit a couple of snags on that sweater and I wanted to learn how to not do that so I checked out a bunch of ebooks from the library and found the answer! And also found some other tips and tricks I'd never heard about before.

My new yarn won't be here for a couple of days but I have some that is very close in size and feel so I can try out my ideas on it and also get measurements so I know what I'm doing when the new yarn gets here.

Last night I gathered all my fleece scraps and cut out squares.


My plan is to join them all together and make this coat.

Tonight I'm going to cut squares out of my knit scraps that will, hopefully, turn into my patchwork pants.

I've got no sandals in the plans, though.
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