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This is a sewing... thing. It is not a rant, or a vent, or even really a blogging. It's just me noting how I've spent some of my weekend hours.
John wanted a kind of long fabric series of pouches for his worktools that could be rolled up--I know the name for this, I just can't place it right now--so he could fit them in his briefcase without them getting scratched. And I said "Hm. Kinda like my paintbrush roll. Okay, that'll be *easy*; it's a fabric oblong with one fold and a bunch of straight lines stitched in." And we went out and bought some canvas.
So last night I ironed the stuff, because it had been folded and it had some creases in it besides. Then I went to my sketchroom to get pins, and noticed that I had some batting[1], and said "Hey, how about I put some of this stuff between the canvas, give your tools a little extra cushioning?" And this was deemed to be good.
First problem:
The damned thing bit me.
I was wrestling with the canvas, getting all the edges lined up and pinned together (doing a double layer, you see, so it's sturdy, because his tools are heavier than my paintbrushes) so I could nail down the exact location of the middle. Normally, I sew with lightweight fabric. You run your hand across that to smooth it and brush up against a pin, the fabric stretches or the pin slides, and you get a tiny little jab.
You run your hand across a double layer of canvas and brush up against a pin, the pin sees you coming and screams "Death to the interloper!", because it is embedded in a double layer of Very Thick Fabric Designed to Not Move Much At All.
I've been jabbed by pins before, but this is the first time I've been torn by one.
Yelped, applied Polysporin and a bandage, continued.
So I tucked the batting into the fold, and pinned everything in place (and only got one tiny spot of blood on the thing; very traditional), resulting in this canvas-batting-canvas sandwich, except it wasn't open at one end--okay, I had a canvas taco. With batting.
Batting was carefully assessed and determined to be too thick.
*unpin unpin unpin* *halve the thickness of the batting* *repin repin repin* *note batting is not fully caught in fold* *unpin repin repin*
Decided it was probably too late to break out the sewing machine, ironed three yards of twill tape in half (the long way) and called it a night.
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[1] For those of you unfamiliar with the term: Great huge sheets of cotton wool, except made out of polyester. What you get when you skin a quilt.
John wanted a kind of long fabric series of pouches for his worktools that could be rolled up--I know the name for this, I just can't place it right now--so he could fit them in his briefcase without them getting scratched. And I said "Hm. Kinda like my paintbrush roll. Okay, that'll be *easy*; it's a fabric oblong with one fold and a bunch of straight lines stitched in." And we went out and bought some canvas.
So last night I ironed the stuff, because it had been folded and it had some creases in it besides. Then I went to my sketchroom to get pins, and noticed that I had some batting[1], and said "Hey, how about I put some of this stuff between the canvas, give your tools a little extra cushioning?" And this was deemed to be good.
First problem:
The damned thing bit me.
I was wrestling with the canvas, getting all the edges lined up and pinned together (doing a double layer, you see, so it's sturdy, because his tools are heavier than my paintbrushes) so I could nail down the exact location of the middle. Normally, I sew with lightweight fabric. You run your hand across that to smooth it and brush up against a pin, the fabric stretches or the pin slides, and you get a tiny little jab.
You run your hand across a double layer of canvas and brush up against a pin, the pin sees you coming and screams "Death to the interloper!", because it is embedded in a double layer of Very Thick Fabric Designed to Not Move Much At All.
I've been jabbed by pins before, but this is the first time I've been torn by one.
Yelped, applied Polysporin and a bandage, continued.
So I tucked the batting into the fold, and pinned everything in place (and only got one tiny spot of blood on the thing; very traditional), resulting in this canvas-batting-canvas sandwich, except it wasn't open at one end--okay, I had a canvas taco. With batting.
Batting was carefully assessed and determined to be too thick.
*unpin unpin unpin* *halve the thickness of the batting* *repin repin repin* *note batting is not fully caught in fold* *unpin repin repin*
Decided it was probably too late to break out the sewing machine, ironed three yards of twill tape in half (the long way) and called it a night.
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[1] For those of you unfamiliar with the term: Great huge sheets of cotton wool, except made out of polyester. What you get when you skin a quilt.
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--but I still can't remember the damn name.
It might just be "roll". I know it's described in Night Watch when Vimes is discovering lockpicks on an Unmentionable, but it's just past midnight and I have to run Deadlands tomorrow, so picking up Pratchett would be an incredibly bad idea.