There is something special about sewing in good company. Every Monday, I do just that. In the last 6 months I have had the privilege of also sewing with my sister.
Finding herself between graduation and leaving for the overseas, my sister had 6 months to work, save and, most importantly, learn to sew. She joined me every Monday night, with friends as we sewed the nights away.
We started small, with a drawstring bag before moving onto something to wear.
There was certainly a new Zealand flavour to the sewing - a sway dress from PaperCut Patterns and undercover hood. There were also some chambray shorts (that co-ordinate so well with the hood) and a Christmas hamper's worth of jewelry cases.
The hoodie was an exercise in frugality as we shuffled pattern pieces and shortened cuffs to get the pattern out of a 1.2 m remnant of double sided merino knit. We have Emma, of Miss Maude to thank for the addition of this divine contrast piping using the reverse side of the fabric.
It has been wonderful being able to sew with my sister. I consider myself honored to be able to introduce her to my sewing friends and the highly addictive possibilities of sewing for yourself.
Viva La Liberty, my oversew entry, is made from a collection of shirts. The outfit is a memory palace of fabrics and stories of treasured items.
My family is big on narrative and epic stories. Objects are given a history, to be recalled should anyone ask. Locations on a road trip trigger stories of "The time when.." Everything becoming a part of an intricate memory palace. So it is natural that the pieces in Viva La Liberty have their own stories too.
This is the story of the pieces in Viva La Liberty.
A white linen shirt made by myself in 1993, in my earlier years of home-sewing. This shirt featured everything conformist about the 90’s from paua shell buttons, to copious amounts of billowing white linen. This shirt had been worn by myself, passed to my mother for wearing and then catalogued with those items “too good to throw out” at the back of every wardrobe. Fortunately, the hand sewn name tag, saw the shirt to returned to me and reinvented in this outfit. I took great delight in being able to rework my own sewing, as each piece of the shirt was unpicked, pockets removed and buttons put aside. The newly created garments are both different from and reflective of, the original piece.