Among various little jobs yesterday (shopping - with list to save money, dying my husband's irretrievably stained polo shirt chocolate brown) I took my Mum's old sewing machine up to the repairers. I'd tried to use it to stitch something up at the beginning of the year and suddenly smoke issued from the foot pedal and it started sewing by itself (bit like Close Encounters). Anyhow I finally got around to contacting the repair shop and asking if they were up to repairing a 30 year old sewing machine. They were calmly confident that they were, knew what the problem was, and that it would probably be a breeze - so I dropped it off and now they're finding out if it is a breeze and I'm awaiting a phone call.
The main reason for this lurch into domestic science is that I like to wear baseball undershirts. But I'm picky about them. I like them with three quarter length raglan sleeves, lowish neckline, scooped hem and made of heavy cotton jersey. A company called toxico used to make some I liked but they've stopped. Also, recently, my work colleague came in with a couple of baseball undershirts he'd ordered for his 3 year old daughter and the contrast sleeves were made of patterned print cotton jersey which was really nice - and which don't come in adult sizes. Only one thing for it - make my own. Over the next few weeks I will be attempting to rediscover my Home Economics skills from sec school - I'll let you know how I get on . . .
