Wool Blazer: Part I

Not only is my husband the cutest man on the planet, he’s also super supportive. When I’m in a sewing slump, he’ll surprise me with a piece that he’s picked out for me to refashion. He knows that I get more inspiration from an outside challenge than from myself sometimes.

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Exhibit A

The challenge: “Make a vest.”

So, per Muffin’s request… I did just that

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I cut off the sleeves (lining and all), and cut 2″ in to the shoulder.

Then, I sewed.

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…and trimmed off the excess

I cut the length off the blazer just below the button and enlisted Minnie to help me with the fit πŸ™‚

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Methinks I might have to make a “Minnie the 2nd” here soon… I’ve lost 13lbs *knock on wood I don’t gain it all back… and I’ve definitely noticed the “shrinkage” in my clothing. It’s a great feeling, actually πŸ™‚

My Janome 8900 helped me take it in a few inches.

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The built-in dual feed foot laughs at double layers of wool and lining and interfacing. Bwa ha ha!

I gave my new waist line a quick hem and called it a “vest.”

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Taken from the vantage point of my 5 year old niece πŸ™‚

The “Smith” side of my family was all congregated together at our church for my grandmother’s 100th birthday. Yes, she’s 100!

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Pictured here with her children (1 couldn’t attend; 1 has passed). That’s my dad on the right πŸ™‚

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My pretty Aunt & cousins.
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The cutest photo bomber in the world!
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This isn’t even half of the brew of grandkids, great-grandkids, and great great-grandkids.

I don’t mention my Grandma Smith very much in my blog but she & grandpa had a big impact on my life.Β  When I was very young we’d take road trips across the US to visit more Smiths πŸ™‚ She used to make us a Thanksgiving-like dinner most Sunday afternoons after church. We’d visit with her and grandpa several nights a week. Grandpa was like a cat that’d let you do anything to it and not make a peep! He’d let me play with his hair and put my girlie barrettes all over his head. He’d just go with the flow and never once get annoyed with me πŸ™‚ Β I’d play “dress up” with their clothes and model them while my older brother just rolled his eyes… Β They were much older than my maternal grandparents so these shenanigans came to a halt pretty quickly. But I always cherish those early memories with them. Sometimes it hits me and I miss grandpa something fierce.

What’s especially cool is that my grandma is a true Christian lady. Like, legit! She confided in my dad on numerous occasions that she was “prayin’ real hard” for me. What’s scary is that I never told her “my secrets”… Β she just knew! She always had a sixth sense about that kind of stuff. If she was praying, she meant business! πŸ™‚ She’s a real class act, and I’m one lucky granddaughter.

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Not too shabs for 100! (And quite a dish on her wedding day, left!) πŸ™‚

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