Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
So many new seamstresses — this always excites me. One excited gentleman the other day in the fabric shop said, “Guess what I’ve learned to sew.”
It’s always a thrill to “do it” yourself. It’s lots of fun to help each other, too.
I think a lot of real things are happening to all of us. It always does in times of stress. The gas prices are just the beginning for most of us.
People staying home more, that alone starts a whole new ball rolling. Families being real families, with God’s help nothing can stop that kind of so-called ball from “rolling right along.”
Back to those tips now. One of my favorites is that “Teflon shoe,” I think it’s called (when you go to purchase one), for your iron. It slips over the sole or bottom of your Iron. It’s really amazing what it can and does do. It prevents that shine on your fabric, leaves no press marks on the fabric, glides over any and all fabrics, no sudden sticking, melting, streaking, all of what I call “man-made surprises” that we find on the shelves. I just haven’t had it fail me yet. It’s advertised: “The Teflon shoe works by distributing heat evenly across the sole of the iron.” If you’ve never had one, even if you seldom ever pick up your iron, it only takes that one time to totally ruin a very special garment.
I keep a small tack hammer (really) at hand. I use it to flatten those heavy spots, those folded-over, heavy seams. I also found in my favorite fabric notions a thing called a “jean-a-ma-jig,” especially made for lifting your presser foot up and sewing right on over those heavy jean leg seams when hemming jeans.
They make a thing called a “clapper” to pound and flatten, but I like my hammer better.
God bless, now.
— Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie, KS 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.
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