One of my very first look-Mom-I-can-sew projects: a vest (waistcoat), circa 1989. Not just any vest. A REVERSIBLE vest. With pocket welts. It was gorgeous. I had already made the pattern up twice as a plain lined one, with some help, and I was feeling cocky. I was 16 and I was *cool* (the tapestry-vest-over-pirate-shirt-and-jeans look was very, very hot that year).
So I sewed up the vest, beautiful metallic threaded tapestry on one side, chambray on the other, all perfect, even the buttonholes - the first time *I* had done buttonholes instead of chickening out and asking Mom to do them because her sewing machine hated me - step back to admire it, notice tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny dangling thread by pocket welt, take (big ass dressmaking type) scissors to snip it off.... and chop a V shaped hole about 3/4" across, right through both layers.
Then I bought thread snips.
I have screwed up many a pattern since, but that's one mistake I have managed *not* to repeat. Touch wood.
My favourite place to wander around with a debit card is the sixth floor (I think; the one above the furniture floor) of the Bay downtown. There's a Michael's there AND a fabric/accessories place!
There's a Michael's inside the Bay in TD??? I've never seen it!
actually there's a Lewiscraft and there used to be a Fanny's but it's closed now .
D'OH!! Oh well, thanks for saving me a trip... sigh. Now I have to go, oh heck, I don't even know. Far away. On a bus. Blargh. (Just moved to Calgary, I'm in the oh-so-trendy and remarkably grungy 17th Ave area, and was hoping for a closer fabric source...)
Oh yeah, hi everybody, I'm Buglady and I'm new. I sew clothes, quilts and random objects; I also knit, spin, make bead-and-wire jewellery, and attempt to avoid assistance from 2 cats in all of the above efforts.
My knitting rule: if it works, don't knock it. I've had people come up and tell me I hold my needles wrong (I hold them under the palm, American style, and throw the yarn Scottish style, rather than doing that awkward over-the-thumb hold that is most common in my area). Thing is, though, I knit socks on 5 double points and NEVER have any gutters. My socks come off the needles looking as though they've already been blocked. (Flat knitting, on the other hand.... no comment!). Part of it, I think, is that I am quite a young knitter (not by Craftster standards, but in general) and a lot of the older knitters feel the need to "correct" what they see as incorrect technique.
I did some reading and found out just how many different ways there are in the world to hold yarn and needles. Now when someone tells me I am knitting wrong, I smile sweetly and tell them no, I am re-creating the North Dales socknitting method, or the Turkish twisted knit stitch, or whatever. I can usually intimidate the nosy annoying person into thinking I am doing whatever it is on purpose, and they go away, and everyone is happy.
There are a few things that do make following patterns a bit awkward - knitting from the right onto the left needle, for example, or holding a sock purl-side-out on the needles (that makes heels a bitch to turn). A new knitter might not realise that, or know how to compensate, but there's nothing intrinsically wrong with it.
I have a mental block with armhole facings, and collars. I guarantee you, at least one of those things is going on inside out or upside down on EVERY project. And I've been sewing since I was 8 years old. It's not necessarily about the new skillz....
Could be worse... my little male terror, Pickles, once got miffed with me, walked into the sewing room, jumped into a Rubbermaid tote full of fabric, and PEED right in front of me!!! I nearly had a VERY fashionable fur collar after that. On the bright side, it did kick my butt into gear as I washed all the fabric immediately and (holding my breath) sewed up a few cut out items so that I *could* wash them. No harm was done.
(It turned out Pickle-puss was telling me to change his litter box, which was annoying, but much later we found out he'd been having bladder crystals for a long time, so I forgave him.)
My mother's last cat ended up with no whiskers because he kept trying to help her cut things out. Rotary cutters + whiskers = pissed off cat.