Another step closer. I woke up and my hand felt really good. Through the day, I could feel the places where it has been inflamed so I know it isn't there yet. One more week. Sigh.
In the meantime I am having fun.
I have sewn very very little with flannelettes, which is odd because I only had boys. Plaid flannel shirts are such a male thing through most of the years where I sewed for them, but when they were young the parachute pants were big and the bright neon t shirts were all the rage. Brian took care of his own wardrobe. He really died not like plaids so there were very few flannels around.
I adore plaids but an office workplace just wasn't the right place for them and so I never sewed them. But I am now and I love sewing the fabric. I sat down and sewed for four hours straight and then a further two in the afternoon. It was great.
I did the collar and all the fussy interfaced bits first, and then put all the body pieces together as usual. I did all the finishing bits, the edge stitching that keeps the fabric looking crisp.
And then I did a sleeve and sewed up the seam. And that is where I crapped out. I just had to stop. I knew that I would only mess up the hemming and the cuff finishing if I kept on, so I stopped. I do not know where this super power of stopping when it is time has come from - knitting most likely - but it has just never really part of the things I could do before. I have always been a compulsive finisher. It was just the way I had to work but it is different now. I can stop. It is weird and awesome.
Just the cuffs left to attach and I am looking forward to finishing it tomorrow.
As it is, I did a lot of work today and it all went well and I stopped before I messed up.
A good day was had. Isn't that great?
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