The pattern seemed easy till I put the lining in wrong and then spent two weeks fiddling with it to get it right.
This was my muslin, but now that I have gotten it right, I love it, so it will be piece #1 for my SWAP Part II.
SWAP Part II is supposed to have 11 pieces — 1 jacket, 4 pants or skirts, and 6 tops — just like the original SWAP. The idea, though, is to have different shapes from the first part, and a different color emphasis, though not completely different colors.
The essence of the SWAP is to start with a three-piece suit. However, this fabric was a remnant, and I do not have enough of it to make a skirt and pants, even if I were the type to wear a plum-colored tweed suit, which I am not.
I have the Part II planned now, and will put up my storyboard tomorrow.
Marji has a whole blog about her SWAP (she is actually participating in the contest and everything) over here. She is doing a very beautiful one, with lots of prints put together in interesting ways.
This is what one skein’s worth of the front of the Bijoux blouse looks like.
Yesterday was another perfect spring day, and I had already done my solo, so I felt free to be outside without fear of clogging my voice with allergies. I did not, however, feel moved to do any of the yard work or gardening.
Fortunately, #1 son did.
It caused me to think of something that came to my mind back when Ozarque was having her discussion about “scutwork.”
People who study these things say that one of the differences between the housework that women do and the housework that men do is that men tend to do things that can be done when they feel like it.
Yardwork, for example, which can wait until a gorgeous day when you feel like using your muscles.
Cleaning the kitchen cannot wait till you feel like it. Actually, #2 son and I have a disagreement on this point, but I am right.
However, I was sufficiently grateful to #1 son for doing the yardwork — and not mowing down all the daylilies, as my husband is wont to do — that I gave in to his entreaties to make cookies.
Oatmeal with chocolate chip.
In recognition of the fact that I will be working at home from next week, I am getting back today to strictness about eating right, the housekeeping schedule, and the daily gym visit, so it is fortunate that the boys ate all these cookies yesterday.
The sermon yesterday was actually about daily discipline and schedules. Being methodical, appropriate in a Methodist church, I suppose. I know that having those disciplines and schedules is best for me, especially now when I am still occasionally suffering from excessive excitement in my life.
I’m not telling you about the exciting parts. Just the nice, calm, methodical parts.