I'm tired of discussing health problems on The Mary Dell Show. I never intended it to be all about my declining health, but that issue has dominated my life and thoughts for the past couple of years, so I've defaulted to that topic.
Problems continue, including an ambulance ride to the Emergency Department earlier this month thanks to breathing, heart, and blood pressure problems and even more disturbing signs of losing my language abilities due the neurodegenerative stuff going on--but I'm BORED with all of that!
For now, I'm putting health problems out of mind by concentrating on hobbies and interests I've always had but haven't had much time to pursue. I still don't have a lot of time in any given day since I sleep an average of 15-17 hours in a 24-hour period, but I want to make my waking hours worthwhile whenever I feel up to it.
First is sewing. I learned to sew in eighth grade Home Ec at Rollingcrest Junior High School with Mrs. Poole. Mrs. Poole was a cool teacher who showed us how to do stuff and then would let us go at our machines while she worked on her own projects. First, though, she had shown us how to do our steps so well we could work fairly independently.
She let us talk about anything as long as we were working, and we quiet ones listened to the fascinating commentary of one girl who just loved to talk. I remember her saying how great the song "Benny and the Jets" was--a surprise in those days when our school was somewhat divided on racial lines, and this gal was black--and that Elton John would be on Soul Train. I remember thinking how cool all of that was. Meanwhile, Mrs. Poole worked on a big, fluffy, fringey white jacket. She was that good.
I then began making a lot of my own clothes. It was the Seventies, when peasant dresses and hippie clothes were popular and homemade clothes were valued. When I was nineteen, I made my wedding dress and four bridesmaids' dresses, and I stopped sewing for decades. I'd had quite enough, thank you.
I loved my wedding dress pattern, from Vogue. And the part I loved most was the lace overlay to the bodice and the unlined lace sleeves with bell cuffs and tiny pearl buttons for closure. I'd asked my sister, a bona fide hippie in those days, to be my maid of honor and told her she could go out and find a dress she liked. She came back with a dress that shocked me a tad. I'd pictured some sort of frothy bridesmaid-y frock, but she'd found a navy-blue gingham halter dress with an embroidered collar.
A BEAUTIFUL dress. A dress that would be exactly perfect for a wedding if I were having one today. But back then, a mere 19 years old and, at the time, rather a traditionalist, I was getting married in a very conservative church I'd given up all my sense to join. Halter dresses were a definite no-no. However, this was my wedding, and if my sister wanted to wear the dress, so be it.
I hadn't planned on bridesmaids, but my hubby-to-be had four younger sisters, and it seemed a shame NOT to include them as such. So I then had to seek out a pattern similar to my sister's dress, and I made them lighter-blue gingham dresses with eyelet collars. They also wore cute white floppy hats, though my sister wore just a flower in her hair.
In the midst of making those dresses, I thought, "I'm going to look wrong with my long sleeves with everyone else in sleeveless halter dresses." I'd just finished my sleeves, with their pretty bell cuffs with lace-scalloped edges, though I hadn't yet added them to the bodice or sewed in the pearl buttons.
And then I thought, I can't use these sleeves. So I made facings and wore my dress sleeveless instead. It was lovely, but I did miss those sleeves! I still kind of do to this day, though the marriage is long, long over. I should have just put them on the dang dress! Silly, silly me.
Today, it seems, a resurgence in appreciation for homemade and handmade items has occurred. To assuage my blues over never having had a baby girl (though I wouldn't trade my two baby boys-now-men for anything!), I started making toddler dresses. Or baby dresses. Depending on whether or not a one-year-old is toddling, I guess. I chose that size because I love that time when babies are just learning to walk. And these little garments take a lot less time to whip up than a full-sized dress.
The amazing thing is that the machine I'm using is a little Kenmore my father gave me for Christmas in eighth or ninth grade. It's still running like a top, and I've only had it professionally cleaned once. Sewing makes me feel closer to my father. He enjoyed watching me lay out fabric and cut out pattern pieces, which I had to do on the living room carpeting to have a big enough space. Dad would sit in his chair in the evenings with his beer or martini and watch this process, my least favorite part of sewing. One Christmas, either before the sewing machine or that same year, Dad gave me a good set of sewing scissors. "I've watched you wrestle with those dull scissors all this time," he said, "and it's time you had a proper pair of scissors!"
What a good present. The best presents are those a person chooses based on a need they've seen in your life--and I'll never forget that thoughtfulness on Dad's part. And I learned immediately to value a good pair of scissors. It's all in having the right tools, and my dad, an engineer, understood that.
Every time I lay out and cut out my fabric, I think of my dad. It makes the process a lot less tedious. And every time I sew on that little Kenmore, I think of him. Yes, my mom liked my sewing, too--she was over the moon about an apron I made her for Christmas one year--but this is one area in which I know my dad was proud of me.
In my little town is Mountain City Traditional Arts (MCTA), a store that features the arts and crafts of local folk, mostly old-timey products such as quilts and dulcimers and crockery. Our university's Appalachian heritage program runs the store, and the person in charge is a friend who is a Sociology professor at the uni. She "liked" the photos of my dresses on Facebook, and I said I'd like to make some "old-timey" dresses out of ginghams and calicos, etc., as well as some bonnets and head kerchiefs to sell at the store, if she thought they would, and she replied, "I know they'd sell!"
And so I've been whipping up these fun little frocks and headgear for the past few weeks, trying to get some inventory together for my display. The store is on hiatus for a few weeks, so I have a little time.
Along the way, a brilliant idea occurred to me. Our town gets tourists due to a scenic train that stops here. Folks wander into town, and I'd imagine MCTA is one of the stores they "hit" most. But what if young parents forget to bring something to put on their babies' heads on a sunny day? Baby bonnets might just sell--but even better might be little head kerchiefs for tender little heads! So I've been working on both, and will also do kerchiefs for girls and women.
However, posting the dresses to Facebook has left me indentured (in a good way) to two friends--one asked me to make her a garden party dress, which I'm in the midst of doing, and the other asked me to make dresses for her six-year-old nieces. Tomorrow, she and I will go to the fabric store to pick out patterns and fabrics--SO much fun! And the other friend picked the most fun, fabulous peacock fabric--I'll post a photo of that and hopefully a photo of the dress, with her in it, preferably, when it's done!
I've missed working on my toddler dresses, to be honest--but I want to do this other work as well. I've never had to adapt a pattern because my body was always "off the rack"--tall and slim. (Alas, the slim part is not so true anymore.) Sewing patterns were made for me. But this is a skill I've wanted to develop, and I appreciate my friend's giving me the opportunity to do so without a lot of pressure going with it. I'd planned to charge her $20 for my labor (dirt cheap, I might say)--but I've decided to just give her the dress. Buying the patterns and fabric is not cheap these days, and I'd brought a 20 percent off coupon that had expired the day before, so we couldn't use it. I'll just let her be my walking advertisement--IF it turns out!
A decade or so ago, I made dresses for my nieces. They both loved to play dress up and become characters in their books, and they were going through the Little House on the Prairie" series, so I made my older niece a prairie dress and bonnet. I then followed up with a colonial dress and bonnet for my younger niece. Aren't they adorable? [photo to come]
Many moons ago, I'd also made a prairie dress for one of my ex-husband's sisters, long before the wedding, actually. She wanted to learn to sew. She was about 11, and we made a pretty prairie dress she wore for a play. She later gave me the dress, so I'll post a photo here soon!
I also made both nieces nightgowns with matching ones for their American Girl dolls. A friend told me I should think about making doll dresses as well as the toddler dresses--though American Girls are really for an older set.
I decided to do a line of "Appalachian Girl" doll dresses to sell at MCTA, and I will put on the sales tag that I'll make a matching girl's dress if contacted. I researched American Girls and was sad to see that Kirstin, the prairie girl doll, had been discontinued. Boo! But that doesn't mean little girls can't imagine their dolls as girls living long ago on the prairie or in these Appalachian Mountains.
I've been doing a lot of crafts lately, but, with my blazing ADHD, I've had trouble finishing products. But I'm turning out baby dresses lickety split! A few years ago, I did a line of purses that sold in a local arts gallery until it closed. I was proudest when a gallery owner from out of state purchased one of my embroidered purses. I'll post some photos of the purses, too. I came up with a fabric version of Van Gogh's Starry Night I'm particularly in love with. It used to be in a number of Etsy treasuries, but I'm no longer sure I want to sell it, so I don't have it on Etsy anymore. I have a few still hanging around, literally. I need to get those on Etsy one of these days.
So, I AM staying positive and being productive despite the daily trials of chronic illness--being short of breath and being hypersomnolent, among other fun symptoms.
But I've also decided I need to exercise my brain, since it's decline is the scariest part of all my symptoms. I've always had a good mind, and I don't want to lose it entirely. So I reapplied to my alma mater where I'd completed a Master's Degree in English and had completed a number of classes toward my PhD.
And guess what? I've been readmitted, and I may only have three more classes to take to finish my coursework! I was amazed I am that close, so it would be dumb not to finish it. I'll never have the stamina to teach full-time again, but even if I'm unable to teach a class or two in person I should be able to teach online. And having the PhD instead of just the Master's will really help in getting those jobs. I'd hate to lose all that I learned in the field until now.
I'm hoping exercising the brain will prolong its integrity and no do the opposite. If I can't handle the course work anymore, I'll give it up--but I do have to try.
So, there IS hope after being diagnosed with chronic disease, even neurodegenerative disease, and there's no reason to wallow (any more than you have to, and, yes, I do wallow when I have to). I try to get something productive done every day, and even if it's a small thing, I count it as a job well done.
Problems continue, including an ambulance ride to the Emergency Department earlier this month thanks to breathing, heart, and blood pressure problems and even more disturbing signs of losing my language abilities due the neurodegenerative stuff going on--but I'm BORED with all of that!
For now, I'm putting health problems out of mind by concentrating on hobbies and interests I've always had but haven't had much time to pursue. I still don't have a lot of time in any given day since I sleep an average of 15-17 hours in a 24-hour period, but I want to make my waking hours worthwhile whenever I feel up to it.
First is sewing. I learned to sew in eighth grade Home Ec at Rollingcrest Junior High School with Mrs. Poole. Mrs. Poole was a cool teacher who showed us how to do stuff and then would let us go at our machines while she worked on her own projects. First, though, she had shown us how to do our steps so well we could work fairly independently.
She let us talk about anything as long as we were working, and we quiet ones listened to the fascinating commentary of one girl who just loved to talk. I remember her saying how great the song "Benny and the Jets" was--a surprise in those days when our school was somewhat divided on racial lines, and this gal was black--and that Elton John would be on Soul Train. I remember thinking how cool all of that was. Meanwhile, Mrs. Poole worked on a big, fluffy, fringey white jacket. She was that good.
I then began making a lot of my own clothes. It was the Seventies, when peasant dresses and hippie clothes were popular and homemade clothes were valued. When I was nineteen, I made my wedding dress and four bridesmaids' dresses, and I stopped sewing for decades. I'd had quite enough, thank you.
"Paisley Callie"--Given to my Honey's grandniece, with FUN "Paisley Jungle" fabric by Kaffe Fassett. |
A BEAUTIFUL dress. A dress that would be exactly perfect for a wedding if I were having one today. But back then, a mere 19 years old and, at the time, rather a traditionalist, I was getting married in a very conservative church I'd given up all my sense to join. Halter dresses were a definite no-no. However, this was my wedding, and if my sister wanted to wear the dress, so be it.
I hadn't planned on bridesmaids, but my hubby-to-be had four younger sisters, and it seemed a shame NOT to include them as such. So I then had to seek out a pattern similar to my sister's dress, and I made them lighter-blue gingham dresses with eyelet collars. They also wore cute white floppy hats, though my sister wore just a flower in her hair.
Close-up of "Paisley Callie" |
And then I thought, I can't use these sleeves. So I made facings and wore my dress sleeveless instead. It was lovely, but I did miss those sleeves! I still kind of do to this day, though the marriage is long, long over. I should have just put them on the dang dress! Silly, silly me.
Today, it seems, a resurgence in appreciation for homemade and handmade items has occurred. To assuage my blues over never having had a baby girl (though I wouldn't trade my two baby boys-now-men for anything!), I started making toddler dresses. Or baby dresses. Depending on whether or not a one-year-old is toddling, I guess. I chose that size because I love that time when babies are just learning to walk. And these little garments take a lot less time to whip up than a full-sized dress.
Close-up of "Garden Frock. I ADORE the top fabric-- if you look close, you'll find bumblebees and dragonflies. |
What a good present. The best presents are those a person chooses based on a need they've seen in your life--and I'll never forget that thoughtfulness on Dad's part. And I learned immediately to value a good pair of scissors. It's all in having the right tools, and my dad, an engineer, understood that.
"Happy Flowers." This was so fun to make. I also contrasted these fabrics on a purse I made a few years ago--both are now available on Esty at my shop, Woodlands Cottage. |
Every time I lay out and cut out my fabric, I think of my dad. It makes the process a lot less tedious. And every time I sew on that little Kenmore, I think of him. Yes, my mom liked my sewing, too--she was over the moon about an apron I made her for Christmas one year--but this is one area in which I know my dad was proud of me.
In my little town is Mountain City Traditional Arts (MCTA), a store that features the arts and crafts of local folk, mostly old-timey products such as quilts and dulcimers and crockery. Our university's Appalachian heritage program runs the store, and the person in charge is a friend who is a Sociology professor at the uni. She "liked" the photos of my dresses on Facebook, and I said I'd like to make some "old-timey" dresses out of ginghams and calicos, etc., as well as some bonnets and head kerchiefs to sell at the store, if she thought they would, and she replied, "I know they'd sell!"
And so I've been whipping up these fun little frocks and headgear for the past few weeks, trying to get some inventory together for my display. The store is on hiatus for a few weeks, so I have a little time.
Along the way, a brilliant idea occurred to me. Our town gets tourists due to a scenic train that stops here. Folks wander into town, and I'd imagine MCTA is one of the stores they "hit" most. But what if young parents forget to bring something to put on their babies' heads on a sunny day? Baby bonnets might just sell--but even better might be little head kerchiefs for tender little heads! So I've been working on both, and will also do kerchiefs for girls and women.
"Gingham Flowers." I am in love with these gingham-look buttons, and they finally arrived after I'd ordered them on E-Bay. I love how they look on this little dress! |
"Gingham Flowers" I used an "old timey" gingham updated with fun, fresh flowers.Tiny eyelet trim on hem and cute plastic gingham-look buttons. Available on Etsy under Woodlands Cottage. |
My model is a bunny that once belonged to one of Honey's kids--I need to send the kerchief to his niece to try on her new baby-- Gotta get the size right before churning these out! |
I've missed working on my toddler dresses, to be honest--but I want to do this other work as well. I've never had to adapt a pattern because my body was always "off the rack"--tall and slim. (Alas, the slim part is not so true anymore.) Sewing patterns were made for me. But this is a skill I've wanted to develop, and I appreciate my friend's giving me the opportunity to do so without a lot of pressure going with it. I'd planned to charge her $20 for my labor (dirt cheap, I might say)--but I've decided to just give her the dress. Buying the patterns and fabric is not cheap these days, and I'd brought a 20 percent off coupon that had expired the day before, so we couldn't use it. I'll just let her be my walking advertisement--IF it turns out!
Kerchiefs are traditional Appalachian headgear, but I've updated the concept with some fun fabrics. Each kerchief will have contrasting/coordinating fabrics and will be reversible. |
And traditional bonnets, of course! These are ALMOST done. I'll probably turn out a few of these with fun fabrics, as well ... |
Many moons ago, I'd also made a prairie dress for one of my ex-husband's sisters, long before the wedding, actually. She wanted to learn to sew. She was about 11, and we made a pretty prairie dress she wore for a play. She later gave me the dress, so I'll post a photo here soon!
I also made both nieces nightgowns with matching ones for their American Girl dolls. A friend told me I should think about making doll dresses as well as the toddler dresses--though American Girls are really for an older set.
I decided to do a line of "Appalachian Girl" doll dresses to sell at MCTA, and I will put on the sales tag that I'll make a matching girl's dress if contacted. I researched American Girls and was sad to see that Kirstin, the prairie girl doll, had been discontinued. Boo! But that doesn't mean little girls can't imagine their dolls as girls living long ago on the prairie or in these Appalachian Mountains.
I've been doing a lot of crafts lately, but, with my blazing ADHD, I've had trouble finishing products. But I'm turning out baby dresses lickety split! A few years ago, I did a line of purses that sold in a local arts gallery until it closed. I was proudest when a gallery owner from out of state purchased one of my embroidered purses. I'll post some photos of the purses, too. I came up with a fabric version of Van Gogh's Starry Night I'm particularly in love with. It used to be in a number of Etsy treasuries, but I'm no longer sure I want to sell it, so I don't have it on Etsy anymore. I have a few still hanging around, literally. I need to get those on Etsy one of these days.
So, I AM staying positive and being productive despite the daily trials of chronic illness--being short of breath and being hypersomnolent, among other fun symptoms.
But I've also decided I need to exercise my brain, since it's decline is the scariest part of all my symptoms. I've always had a good mind, and I don't want to lose it entirely. So I reapplied to my alma mater where I'd completed a Master's Degree in English and had completed a number of classes toward my PhD.
And guess what? I've been readmitted, and I may only have three more classes to take to finish my coursework! I was amazed I am that close, so it would be dumb not to finish it. I'll never have the stamina to teach full-time again, but even if I'm unable to teach a class or two in person I should be able to teach online. And having the PhD instead of just the Master's will really help in getting those jobs. I'd hate to lose all that I learned in the field until now.
I'm hoping exercising the brain will prolong its integrity and no do the opposite. If I can't handle the course work anymore, I'll give it up--but I do have to try.
So, there IS hope after being diagnosed with chronic disease, even neurodegenerative disease, and there's no reason to wallow (any more than you have to, and, yes, I do wallow when I have to). I try to get something productive done every day, and even if it's a small thing, I count it as a job well done.
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