My Own Stitch Fix
Jan. 18th, 2019 12:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoOut of all the things I was thinking I would get more time into working on, stitching was not high on that list.
Despite that, I have spent this previous week repairing a pair of convertible gloves for Michelle; a cheap 7 dollar thing that was not made to fight off wind nor rain but do an excellent job keeping her warm but made the cut as we scoured Sierra Trading Post for a pair that really worked for her between the 50 dollar plastic gauntlets and the stretchable nylon-esque fuzzy gloves that promised touch screen capability but not much else.
The cost of the product came with the caveat that the stitchwork was far from decent quality. The cups for the mitten part of the gloves were fraying easily and some of the stitchwork around the bottom of the thumb was holing out as well. Michelle didn't seem to mind the experiment although I warned her that it's been years since I used a sewing kit, but I tried to make sure to hide my messier stitches on the inside of the glove.
I did the mittens first and while one of the cups was not tied in evenly, it's now holding tightly. So far she's pretty happy with the result.
Later on she informed me of the holes in the thumbs, so I worked on that through Tuesday night, showing her the results to make sure I got all the gaps that concerned her.
This Thursday I went to work with a pair of pants with a hole so gaping wide that I watched my keys find their way to sneak out the bottom of my pants every twenty steps. I kept telling myself I would fix this, so why not now while I have everything here?
So I spent last night inspecting a gaping maw the size of a golf ball in my pants (insert shifty eye here). Unlike the gloves, these are my pockets, so no one will see how my work looks, which is good because I was fixing holes that used tears that were already losing their tight seams and I ended up doing an ugly but heavily reinforced stitch for a pretty bad tear in my pockets.
Now I relish my ability to store things without thinking about how the stuff will fall out if given the chance. You would not believe how often my keys hit my foot the other day, so this is like living an amazing life.
Michelle seemed impressed at my skill and admitted that while she can crochet and knit, she never actually learned how to stitch. Again, I warned her that it was rudimentary and was mostly learned from trial and error and being fat (e.g. resewing buttons) but I'm thankful to say it's at least functional. In the case of the pockets, no one's going to see my shame unless I go to a dry cleaners, so I'll live with it.
Given how these pants are almost 15 years old, I have to admit it's nice knowing that I can keep these clothes going for awhile longer. Personally, I wouldn't mind learning how to cleanly apply stitches to shoulders and the like for hunting sweaters whatnot too, but that can be a future idea for a fashion project and I'm not a fashion dude, just glad that I am earning my keep here, ha!
Despite that, I have spent this previous week repairing a pair of convertible gloves for Michelle; a cheap 7 dollar thing that was not made to fight off wind nor rain but do an excellent job keeping her warm but made the cut as we scoured Sierra Trading Post for a pair that really worked for her between the 50 dollar plastic gauntlets and the stretchable nylon-esque fuzzy gloves that promised touch screen capability but not much else.
The cost of the product came with the caveat that the stitchwork was far from decent quality. The cups for the mitten part of the gloves were fraying easily and some of the stitchwork around the bottom of the thumb was holing out as well. Michelle didn't seem to mind the experiment although I warned her that it's been years since I used a sewing kit, but I tried to make sure to hide my messier stitches on the inside of the glove.
I did the mittens first and while one of the cups was not tied in evenly, it's now holding tightly. So far she's pretty happy with the result.
Later on she informed me of the holes in the thumbs, so I worked on that through Tuesday night, showing her the results to make sure I got all the gaps that concerned her.
This Thursday I went to work with a pair of pants with a hole so gaping wide that I watched my keys find their way to sneak out the bottom of my pants every twenty steps. I kept telling myself I would fix this, so why not now while I have everything here?
So I spent last night inspecting a gaping maw the size of a golf ball in my pants (insert shifty eye here). Unlike the gloves, these are my pockets, so no one will see how my work looks, which is good because I was fixing holes that used tears that were already losing their tight seams and I ended up doing an ugly but heavily reinforced stitch for a pretty bad tear in my pockets.
Now I relish my ability to store things without thinking about how the stuff will fall out if given the chance. You would not believe how often my keys hit my foot the other day, so this is like living an amazing life.
Michelle seemed impressed at my skill and admitted that while she can crochet and knit, she never actually learned how to stitch. Again, I warned her that it was rudimentary and was mostly learned from trial and error and being fat (e.g. resewing buttons) but I'm thankful to say it's at least functional. In the case of the pockets, no one's going to see my shame unless I go to a dry cleaners, so I'll live with it.
Given how these pants are almost 15 years old, I have to admit it's nice knowing that I can keep these clothes going for awhile longer. Personally, I wouldn't mind learning how to cleanly apply stitches to shoulders and the like for hunting sweaters whatnot too, but that can be a future idea for a fashion project and I'm not a fashion dude, just glad that I am earning my keep here, ha!
