Category Archives: Thoughts on Creativity

A Linguistic, Antropological Study of “Goin Out’ for the Nerd in All of Us

In my work as a freelance anthropologist (yes, I just gave myself that title), I’ve discovered an interesting phenomenon that people refer to as ‘goin out’.

**Note: it’s a social blunder to pronounce the ‘g’ at the end of ‘going’ when using the word in this context. You’ll be ousted as a person-who-doesn’t-get-out-much. It’s probably also a blunder to use blunder. You’ll immediately be identified as someone who is clearly not with it. ** Continue reading

My Favorite ‘Ism’

I love Portland for its wealth of unique social gatherings. I’ve been to storytelling events, publicly hosted interfaith discussions, gluten-free fairs, an Irish music sing-along, a chocolate tasting and plenty of wine tastings. Some were better than others (I love Irish music but there’s a culture of Irish music that’s hard to recreate).

A while back, I attended a word tasting. The theme was minimalism and people shared stories of their conversion. Continue reading

Big Butt Baby Jeans and the Art of Simmering

House projects, travels, and various work projects filled up April and May. I came to the middle of May and wondered where all my sewing plans ended up. They were neglected because my sewing space was buried under a house project and I didn’t have specific time designated for sewing. Continue reading

A Sewing Project to Ward Off the Inevitable

The other day, I was gathering laundry in a darkened room hoping not to wake the sleeping baby. A loose schedule guides my husband and I in completing housework and that day’s schedule suggested a load of laundry. Neither of us enjoy cleaning but we both appreciate a tidy house. The week had been filled with freelance projects, cleaning, cooking and baby care.

Watching my son grow tempts me towards clichés about ‘how time passes.’ This was a year of happy beginnings and too many endings. Joys intertwined with sorrows. Learning and trying to be emotionally present for both.

As I clean house I realize the task is doomed to fail. Each week, we’ll follow (or not) the schedule set out. We’ll only be washing the same cups and scrubbing out stains in the usual places next week.

Dirty t-shirts in hand, I remembered why finding time for sewing is a high priority for me. The time will pass one way or another. Cleaning gives me peace of mind because I crave order and chips away at my sanity because I’m afraid the hours of my life will be consumed by paperwork and an ever growing pile of dirty laundry.

I love the learning process involved in sewing. My closet reflects that learning curve. Clothes that no one has ever complemented and clothes I’m proud to say I made. Then there are the holes in my wardrobe waiting to be filled with clothes that I need (in a first world sense) but don’t want to buy because I want to sew them. My time is often taken by making money, laundry and more dishes. Who has time to sew their wardrobe?

When I wear what I’ve made, I know I managed to resist or ignore the never-ending to-do list and used that time to do something I enjoy. I fought down my lazy perfectionist side that won’t start an imperfect project.

With the help of a sewing class and an online sew along, I completed this button up in no less than 6 months. When I’m more confident in my skills, I’ll think about speeding up that process.

The Archer buttonup is meant to be loose fitting. A good choice for my first buttonup because I could focus on learning to do collars, buttons, and cuffs without worrying about the fit. The seersucker plaid is forgiving of imperfect stitching – ideal for my well loved Necchi 3537.

After 10 or so practice buttonholes they started to look pretty good if I do say so myself.

After 10 or so practice buttonholes they started to look pretty good if I do say so myself.

Next time around, I want to practice french seams for a clean inside. I sewed a complicated zig-zag stitch along the seam to prevent fraying with little success.


After completing the project, I decided my sewing should not prevent me from getting outdoors every now and again. So, we packed ourselves off to a farm to take idyllic pictures of hands grasping at low hanging fruit.

A perfect plaid shirt picture or me standing stock still waiting for the camera to snap. Maybe both are true?

A perfect plaid shirt picture or me standing stock still waiting for the camera to snap. Maybe both are true?