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If you don’t know that something is hard….

then it is easier to do it.

 

My student came for her second lesson today. She had decided to make a circle or infinity scarf for her mother out of some beige crinkle  silk chiffon she had seen in my sash.

 

The color was not my color.  It had arrived in a Fabric Mart mystery bundle.  I would assume that most sewing teachers would not give their students silk chiffon to play with on their second lesson. My investment in the fabric was  $1.5o per yard. I was happy for my student to make he mother the scarf out of it.

 

First I taught her the how to pull a thread so she could cut a straight line in the fabric. Yes, it’s pesky and boring, but it’s the easiest method to cut a straight line.

 

 

Then I had my student sew a French seam on the join of the circle scarf.  It sounds fancy, it looks fancy but it isn’t all that hard to do.  Here is her French seam.

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Next, we discussed how to edge the scarf.  I had thought that a rolled edge would be a bit of a stretch but doable for my student. I have copper metallic thread that I thought would look beautiful wit the beige silk.  I did not tell my student that working with metallic thread can be persnickety.

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You can see the pretty edge as it is coming off the back of the machine.

 

The thread did get a bit cranky at times, but my student persevered.

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Here is the scarf, complete. The copper is subtle, but adds to the look.

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I don’t think any sane teacher would insist that a student do a rolled edge or a French seam during their second sewing lesson, but if the student wants to learn those skills, then it isn’t hard for them to learn. 

Comments

  1. I think that is right. If you don't know it's hard, you won't get put off or overwhelmed. You just give it a go - as we say here - you'll never know if you don't have a go!

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  2. Definitely - I completely agree! I look back now at the patterns I was sewing when I first started really sewing for myself (as a uni student) and it's really obvious I was just focussing on what I wanted to make and ignoring how difficult the patterns were supposed to be. Nowadays of course I tend to hesitate :-)

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