So you know I am obsessed with sewing, right? But it’s very specifically sewing clothing that floats my boat right up there on the crest of my sewing wave. And generally selfish sewing (although when I allow myself to make clothes for others I do get an immense sense of satisfaction & probably make a finer finish for others than I might for myself).
So who likes sewing curtains/ blinds/ cushions/ pillows & bedding? (I am not talking quilting here- more the utilitarian sewing). I imagine there are two camps – those who don’t have a problem with it & enjoy extending their sewing skill & love of fabric across their home. And those who resent it. Guess where I fall? Whilst I love having a colourful, individual home that has a definite “Badger” stamp all over it, & I love home styling my place to be wonderfully uniquely an expression of me “as I am”, full of my creations, a handmade home, the prospect of DIY fills me with a sense of frustrated tedium. & even the thought of sewing up the wonderful fabric I have cleverly sourced seems to be one of those jobs that I seek to evade. Time spent sewing rectangles of fabric is time I could be sewing something wonderful- for me to wear. Time spent sanding/ painting/ carting step ladders around & trying not to drip paint on the carpet….is also precious time I could be spent doing something else more wonderful….sewing perhaps? I am nothing if not consistent
So how do you reconcile the two? Why, you have to change how you think about the tedious thing & transform it into something wonderful!
How did this work for me this weekend? Well, I had committed (outloud & to someone who would hold me to account (my Mum)) to give my bedroom a makeover. I was determined that I would only use up a day and a half and I was very clear of the vision I was working to – a bedroom that would be my delight, with bright colours – raspberry, turquoise, emerald – set off against bright light neutrals. I was making a start on my rockahula-tropical-paradise themed bedroom. I won’t bore you with the DIY story, but like a long run, when you need an energy gel to restore morale & vim, opening the *special* pot of deep pink lusciousness for my final wall, gave me renewed vigour & was just what I needed to raise my morale & finish the job – leaving the afternoon to make the blinds.
And the blinds? I had transformed them from residing in my consciousness as “dull, boring, resentment-filled rectangles” into the exciting, glorious colour & vintage fabric that would adorn & be worn by my windows & look so perfect with my raspberry wall & my new tropical bedlinen. What an incentive to steam on! I had worked out also that my instinctive lazy route (sewing the fabric onto the existing blinds made by me a few years ago) was not lazy, but actually the most effective way to showcase the pattern and keep out the light. Bingo. With my foot to the metal I whizzed these blinds up so that I was actually able to use them that same night. Only a day and a half “lost” to decorating & home sewing. And now I have my bedroom looking much more me & ready for kitting it out and ….a few co-ordinating cushions maybe!
By the way, the fabric is awesome 50s barkcloth I had bought on ebay as unlined curtains. I love it so, & it is uplifting to see it in use now, in all its glory -finally.
How do you cope with home sewing? Love it or hate it? Any tips for getting over that initial (childish!) resentment?