Friends, let's face it: when it comes to sewing machines, I'm a playa. In just eighteen months I've been with more sewing machines than some of you will sew on in your entire lives. Is it me or are men just that way?
Friends, Monday was a very exciting day here at MPB headquarters. As if guided by the spirit of I.M. Singer himself, I was able both to sell my Singer Spartan (my seventh sewing machine sale since I started decluttering earlier this month) and hours later to receive my Singer 15-90, courtesy of UPS.
Friends, I made absolutely no progress on my toggle coat yesterday due to a wedding-related party my mother threw up in the Bronx (or rather ...my mother threw, up in the Bronx) for all the neighbors she has known for decades but who didn't make the wedding cut. Plus a few who had been invited but were too old and frail too attend. At one point we had actual walker traffic, with a line of four waiting to get through my mother's foyer.
Refined readers, you'll be happy to know that for what I could have spent on dinner for two in a moderately priced Japanese restaurant, I bought four leather toggle sets yesterday, complete with genuine horn toggles and four matching buttons (for sleeves and detachable neck strap).
First things first: I sold my Necchi Lydia! Yesterday evening the interested party -- let's call her Darlene Gillespie -- swung by to check her out. It was love at first sight (between Darlene Gillespie and Lydia of course), what could I do?
Good morning, hoarders, pack rats, and clutterbugs!
Feeling fresh and alive after my week of decluttering (which continues, albeit offstage), I trotted over to the garment district yesterday in search of wool fabric for my toggle coat project, otherwise known as Vogue 8452, an OOP mens pattern from 1992.
Brace yourself, friends, my notable Necchi is no more. She won't be picked up till next week but I have a deposit. How exciting is that? Five sewing machines sold in four days. Let's all take a deep breath.
I know this is getting a little wearisome for some of you, but rest assured, the decluttering is winding down.
Yesterday I bid good-bye to my Brother LS2125, now owned by former Floridian Melissa. So touched was I by her excitement, I threw in a vintage McCall's hardcover sewing book for free. Melissa seemed delighted.
Meet Marcia (name changed to protect her from envious MPB stalkers), the proud new owner of my beloved Singer Genie. Please don't hate her. The machine was actually a gift to Marcia from a friend (an MPB reader, no less) and Marcia came to pick it up not even knowing what it would be. I could have given her my old razor with no questions asked.
Good morning, neatniks, slobs, and vicarious downsizers.
So I did it -- I sold a sewing machine yesterday! I am loathe to tell you which one for fear it might be your favorite and I don't want to cause a ruckus. OK, it was my Singer Genie. I know many of you love the Genie and I loved mine too. But I never used it. I have three other Singers, albeit without the irresistible flower-power details.
Readers, I must provide some backstory to yesterday's post. I used to have a lot of clutter -- no, not clutter exactly. Stuff. And I've gotten rid of tons of it, primarily on eBay and Craigslist, but also through donations to thrift stores and just throwing stuff out.
Here's an eensy weensy taste; thank goodness I took pictures!
Friends, one of the leitmotifs of my life is the continuing battle against chaos. It's challenging, living in a Manhattan apartment, no matter how spacious relatively speaking, to find room for two chihuahuas, twelve sewing machines (fourteen if you count the sergers), two adult men and a glamorous cousin who likes to crash at a moment's notice and rarely picks up after herself.
Friends, it was time. I have received so many comments and questions about topstitching, specifically with regard to my Kwik Sew men's jeans and Western jacket, that I decided it was time to do something about it. The result is this movie.
Readers, when you sew all day and write a sewing blog, it's easy to lose perspective.
Before I learned how to sew, I didn't know anybody who even owned a sewing machine. Today, I shun anyone who can't use the word presser foot in a sentence, and if they don't know what a feed dog is, I'm not interested. I think it's totally normal to sew bras, girdles, and crinolines, moreover, and snicker at the men who don't. I just assume everyone sews.
Friends, I hope you agree that with these Kwik Sew men's jeans I have successfully achieved the "snug and shapely mono-bun" that MBP readers favor by a wide margin according to Friday's "denimed derriere" poll.
Adult readers and supervised teens, let's face it: there's not a whole lot of controversy about the fit of the front of men's jeans. It's two pockets and a fly. Sometimes the waistband covers the bellybutton, usually it's an inch or two below. Unless you're a hustler (or a rustler), it's all pretty standard stuff.
The Yé-yé girls were a breed of popular singers in the Sixties, primarily in France, but later in other parts of Europe, Canada, and even Japan. They all shared a few common traits: they were young, they were pretty, they had long straight hair, and they couldn't sing very well.
Friends, the stars were aligned yesterday. The weather was perfect, Cathy awoke with less eye puffiness than usual, and knee socks were in abundance at my local Duane-Reade drugstore! (Worn over tights, they cleverly combine chic and warmth.)
WARNING: this post includes images of extreme pattern boldness that may cause nausea, blurred vision, or vertigo. MPB assumes no responsibility for any injuries incurred by readers. If symptoms persist consult your doctor.
I'm a native New Yorker and sewing fanatic! I started sewing in 2009 and today make all my own clothes using vintage sewing machines and vintage patterns, in addition to sewing for private clients. Welcome to the warm and whimsical world of Male Pattern Boldness, where the conversation is sewing, style, fashion, fabric, and more!