Ah hemming. Am I completely alone in that I really enjoy hand hemming garments? Perhaps. But there is something so therapeutic about the repetitive nature of hand hemming. Machine hemming on the the other hand, is something I CANNOT STAND. Ugh. I hate it I hate it I hate it.
Why Machine Hemming Sucks
This summer, the town where my parents live is hosting their own ‘The Great British Sewing Bee’ style competition. If you haven’t seen the Sewing Bee, it is basically the Bake Off but for sewing. One of the plus sides to my convalescence in the countryside is my new found abundance of free time. And for me free time means sewing. So I’ve decided to enter.
If you still have no idea what I’m on about the idea is quite simple; contestants complete 3 different sewing related tasks, each designed to test a different area of dressmaking knowledge. And this premise has formed the basis for my local sewing shop’s competition.
Obviously as a costume maker I am incredibly interested in costume design. And recently, by sheer coincidence, I have watched both Sense and Sensibility and Emma in the space of a week. Perhaps it has been something to do with the time of year? Two Sundays in a row of torrential rain have created the perfect conditions for Sunday afternoon period dramas and coming across the DVD while at my parents house I decided to rewatch Sense and Sensibility for the perhaps 20th time.
Today on the tube, a man told me he liked my costume. I smiled and said thanks and then he got off the tube. But actually I was a little unsettled by this encounter, not just because anybody talking to you on the tube is a bit weird, but because my first thought was ‘what costume?’