Make it Sew! Part 2…


Moments before I realised I had sewn the fabric to my leg…

Previously on “Make it Sew!”: I drew around things then cut them out, before retiring to my bed with a large bottle of fine single malt. Questions? No? Excellent…

And now the conclusion:

Having (just about) come through the trauma of tracing the pattern and cutting the cloth, there now loomed the potential nightmare of actually sewing the pieces together.

As mentioned in Part 1, I tried the Snail’s Sewing-with-electrickery machine – turns out it isn’t like driving a car on my PS4 with a steering wheel and pedals because a) the machine doesn’t corner well and b) you can’t sew your thumb to the steering wheel using a PS4. Instead, I was to sew together my fabric pieces with the family hand sewing machine (because it is driven by hand rather than it sews hands, although I am pretty sure it could if push came to unfortunately timed shove).

This Singer machine is about 100 years old and has been in the Snail family (of which I am now honoured to be considered a part of) since it was new. Four generations have used this machine, but none have brought anything like the level of incompetence to its operation as I proudly have.


Turns out, I hadn’t sewed it to my leg. Just my fingers.

With some Snail-based help, I followed the instructions, backstitching seams (I actually know what that means!) and generally enjoying the whole experience. And the result? Pants. Well, I didn’t think it was that bad. No, I mean the result was a pair of boxer shorts, with an elasticated waist and everything…


Eh, voila! A pair of boxers in just under three weeks!

Modesty does not allow me to show a picture of me modelling them… oh, alright then, if you insist…



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Make it Sew! Part 1…


Learning to sew my finger to some fabricy stuff

This all started when the Snail received two interesting packages through the post.  They were sewing kits, containing fabric, patterns and instructions, that she wanted to try out. “How complicated are they?”, I asked, meaning “Will I understand how to open the box, let alone the instructions within?”

When I was at primary school, about 173 years ago, I was taught sewing with a needle, thread and a very brave teacher. Needless to say, I have been needle-less ever since (in fact, I hate the surgical type of needles with an anti-passion bordering on actual phobia).

“Could I use the electric sewing machine doohickey thing?”, I would have asked if I lived in the States. “It can’t be much different from using the steering wheel and pedals to drive virtual cars on my PS4, can it?” This may come up again later…

The Snail decided that one of the kits was indeed suitable for someone who probably put the “dent” in “student”, and embarked on what, for her, was a very long afternoon of showing me what to do and stopping me from doing silly things like eat the tailor’s chalk or bleed over the fabric.

Before the sewing came cutting out the fabric from the pattern. This involved tracing the correct bit of the pattern so that the end product would fit me (and we could re-use the pattern), and then, scarier still, cutting out the fabric to that pattern. One slip and that would be curtains, which is definitely not what the kit was for.


Pinning the thing onto the fabricy stuff*



Cutting out the fabricy stuff*


After that, I had four pieces of fabric, cut to size to make… well, what? All will be revealed (but, unless a seam comes unstitched, only in a good way)…


* Stop me if this is getting too technical.

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