Edgy :: Selvedge Pincushions

I haven't really done any sewing for a long time. Knitting is easier to work on as I'm sat on the sidelines of class, or in front of the laptop, or even on car rides. But sewing... just hasn't been calling to me.

That is, until a couple weeks ago when I was getting myself worked up into a tizz about the magazine launch and I couldn't be trusted with needles lest I ram them in my eye sockets to end the pain. Before I knew it I was pawing through the selvedge collection I've amassed, like stroking a cat. Then before I knew it I had started stitching them on batting. And it looked nice. So I did some more. They looked nice too. There was some linen close by, I grabbed it and sewed that on the edge. Sashiko thread? Why not. And within a couple days I had before me ten selvedge pincushions in a rainbow assortment and a calmed disposition and a zen-like inner contentment.

I don't need ten pincushions so they're going in my old shop. I've dusted it down and whenever I've made a few things I might start adding them again. Just to keep me in yarn and out of trouble, you understand.

These selvedge pincushions are slightly weighted to stay where they're put and not fall over, but not so weighty as to cause alarm to Royal Mail's finest. Don't worry if these sell out before you can grab one, I have a twitchy feeling I'll be making some more. At some point. Click here to grab one before they're gone.

{P.S. Don't forget to visit Ms. Dottie Angel on the latest stop on our blog hop for a review a giveaway of the magazine!}

Pincushion Love

Here is the sad state of a pincushion. Much used and abused and never a glance in its direction from one end of the year to the next. See how pins and needles abound in an ugly unkempt fashion? Regard the state of the fabric covering. Does this not speak of a woman who keeps a disorderly house?!

It is amazing what a five minute gap to fill can result in - waiting for some files to upload - sitting next to the fabric shelves. Thread within reach. Scissors at hand. A twitchy disposition and well embedded protestant work ethic...








Newly backed, colour co-ordinated OCD-esque prettiness. After all these years of neglect, this little pincushion has earned her right to shine.

My Sugar - Coated Whiney Post

Here is a saucer. It is old. It is vintage. It is made of china and has a flower on it. It is thrifted and I bought it on a whim to go with my pincushion cup which is also old and vintage and made of china which doesn't have a handle because I'm retarded and break everything and I broke this several years ago when I just started sewing and blogging and then put my pin cushion into the cup and thought I was a freaking genius. Yeah, that cup.

So this saucer goes with my pin cushion cup and yesterday I hot glued some really strong magnets underneath it. And now... it is a pin dish. Yeah. Stone cold genius. I bet you wish you were me.





Ta Da.

OK now for the whiney part of the post, these whines may or may not be related but if I don't rant here I may have to scratch someone's eyes out so why not let off steam here ::

*Deep breath*....

Firstly, I would like to tell all perfect wife, mother, crafter, business women who blog nothing but professional looking poster-boy shots of their children, baking and making that I actually think I hate you. Just stop it. Stop. Stop pretending, just do one post where you let us see how insane you are on the inside. Please. Stop also mentioning the social status of your partner as if you think this rubs off on you. It doesn't. It makes you look desperate. And I know you think your kids are cute, but some of us don't. In fact some of us take one look at your baby and wish someone had slapped the midwife, OK? Yes even the ones that look like a pin up of the Ayran race. No way your kids look that clean. Please tell me they eat worms and dirt like everyone else's and shove magnets up their nose. Not because it makes me feel better, but I just would like to think of you going insane as you try to keep them clean for the photoshoot of them picking a dandelion.

If you are also one of those bland robo-moms who preach your religion at me (even if it's my religion) all that goes double. Bite me.

Secondly, make a mental note - just because I don't bite back doesn't mean I've forgotten or forgiven your nastiness oh you of internet trolling/bitching society. You are ugly from the inside out and most of you are ugly from the outside in. In fact, one or two of you look as though you've fallen straight out of the Ugly Tree and hit every branch on the way down. You may wear your ignorance and bad manners like a badge of honour for all your thick cronies to pat you on the back as they bray like donkies waving their pitch-forks in the air like some demented comedy strip off The Simpsons but that doesn't make you any less repugnent. The fact that you cannot see how stupid you are shows how stupid you are.

Trolls who wear down bloggers and make them remove posts that most of us would like to read thankyouverymuch - one word : karma. What goes around comes around. I just wish I could be there with my camera when your's comes to bite you on the ass. It's coming. Oh yes. It really is.

Finally, but by no means least - I am going batsh*t crazy in this insanely small house. I can't do it anymore. I can't live in a house this small and pretend I'm happy. I'm not. Two small bedrooms and kitchen/diner/study area the size of my arm span and a bathroom you can place both palms on opposite walls. It's killing me. I have no space to move. Everything is piled up. If I want to open a freaking door in this house I have to move like three pieces of furniture and a mountain of laundry. If two or more people are in the same room we have to negotiate where we want to go and the other person has to move out of the way as we do-si-do around the freaking furniture sideways. I swear I scuttle everywhere. I'm surprised my children know how to walk straight. Even crabs don't scuttle as much as we have to. I know. I know I should be grateful - I know I could be living in a central reservation of a motorway in Calcutta eating Witchetty grubs and bark (yes I know Witchetty grubs aren't found in India. F*ck off) and compared to that scenario I am indeed rich and blessed. I know. OK, I know. And if one more person who lives in a proper sized house tells me to be grateful I think I may have to spray obscene remarks with weedkiller on their lawn. I know I should be grateful. So why am I instead stressed out and suffocating?

I am beyond trying to think postively. I am literally going insane here. I could pound both my fists into the ground in rage. I feel like taking a baseball bat and smashing every effing thing into dust and then jumping up and down on my husband's head. ... ... OK I feel like that anyway, I don't think that has anything to do with me going batsh*t crazy.

So. That in a nutshell is my angst this week. And probably the next too. If anyone can buy me a house or a valium I would be much obliged.


Do I feel better? .... a little. Sorry you had to read that.

NEXT!





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Easy Makes :: Kilner Jar Sewing Boxes

I love this new make of mine - a simple glass jar with a handmade pincushion hot-glued onto the lid keeping all my go-to sewing things in one place :: some thread, needle threader, seam ripper, needles and some scissors and shears. All the things I regularly use in an easy to carry along compartment.

I am particularly fond of having my own pincushion just for needles now, which were always hard to find in the forest of pins of my others.

I just LOVE this jar of mine. It's just one of those things that defies explanation.... make one why don't you?



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