Naturally, I am running way behind schedule on my husband’s birthday shirts. Something came up yesterday and I was away all day. By the time I came home at 9:30 last night I was ready for nothing more than a small snack and bed. I know better than to start cutting when I’m tired. That meant that I had work to catch up on today so I wasn’t able to start cutting until tonight. I only cut out the cream silk. Because I volunteered to help out at the restaurant on Friday, I only have tomorrow to sew and I must do it quickly and in between my other work! At this point, I’ll be happy to have one shirt to give him on his special day. I wish I were more like Carolyn and could crank out beautiful things under pressure! And, yes, if you are wondering, that is soil separator cloth that I used to trace my pattern. Every time I use this pattern I am reminded how much I hate soil separator cloth. I can’t stand the way it feels and I can’t read the notes I’ve written on the pattern. I really should retrace it onto something else.
Happily, I found some really pretty mother-of-pearl buttons for the cream silk in my button stash. I always try to use mother-of-pearl buttons on my husband’s shirts. They seem to be more and more difficult to find and my stash is dwindling. I looked through my entire button stash and couldn’t find anything to go with the raisin-colored rayon, never mind anything in mother-of-pearl. I think I have a pretty good button stash but I could be wrong. Maybe I should stop buying fabric and vintage patterns and concentrate on buttons for awhile.
I guess that means settling for some ordinary plastic button from JoAnn’s. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find something in wood. Better yet, maybe I’ll cut the wood buttons off of that orange Tommy Bahama shirt of my husband’s that I hate so much. Button shopping will have to wait until the weekend. I really don’t want to waste an hour going to Fabric Hell. You know how it is – I’d have to sit and look through the pattern books and just generally look around to confirm that they have the same old stinky fabric they always do. My mother always said I was a dawdler and she was right (about that anyway).