So after Christmas was over, I wondered what I could sew next. My hand-sewing skills had improved exponentially. I had developed a neat, fairly regular stitch style, and it seemed a shame not to keep improving. I had some unbleached muslin, so I hemmed a new dish towel. But what I really needed was an apron: I always cook in an apron, and they wear out regularly. I went through my box of scraps and discovered that I did not have enough whole cloth for an apron, but if I stitched some of the pieces together . . .
Anyway, that is what I have been doing for the past few weeks--designing and executing an apron out of various scraps. I am now in the late stages of the project: the apron itself is finished, and I am presently stitching the ties and the neck loop. I understand that making an apron is not like tailoring a shirt or anything, but I did design it myself, and I've done every stitch by hand. It feels like a giant accomplishment, though I'm sure this long description makes a very dull blog entry. I appreciate your patience with it, and as a reward, I'll let you read about Charles Fourier's utopia:
Charles Fourier (1772-1837), a businessman from Lyons, . . . had a passion for numbers and categories. He predicted the ideal world he was creating would last 80,000 years, 8,000 of them an era of Perfect Harmony, during which the North Pole would be milder than the shores of the Mediterranean, the sea, no longer salt, would turn into lemonade, and the world would contain 37 million poets equal to Homer, 37 million mathematicians equal to Newton, and 37 million dramatists equal to Moliere, though he modestly added, "These are approximate estimates." Every woman would have four lovers or husbands simultaneously. [from Paul Johnson's The Birth of the Modern]Maybe I'm just getting old, but dealing with "four lovers or husbands simultaneously" sounds like too much work.