Living with a sewist::: Threadgate


So, a while ago now, I asked Mr f&f if he would write a guest post for me: I was coming up to a blogiversary of some sort I think and had thought it might be quite fun. There was a fair bit of muttering from Mr f&f it has to be said, my blogiversary came and went and I kind of forgot about it. And then this email landed in my inbox one afternoon. I read it. I cried with laughter (clearly I think he's hilarious, that's why we married!) and then debated what to do with it....but I figured Hey! You're all sewists and just maybe you (or your other half) can relate to this! So, for the next few Fridays I'll be sharing some insights from Behind the Scenes. This week, we start with Threadgate.....so over to Mr f&f.......


“Wow!”  People say.

“Your Wife is so talented!”  They enthuse.

These people see the finished products, the shining exemplars, revealed in all their glory once they’ve been teased into existence over days, weeks, or in some cases months.  Only a few of us live in the wake left by the fabrication of each Fabric-ation.  Of course those who lavish praise on my wife’s creations and labours of love are right to do so.  She is immensely talented and I am proud.  Possibly more so due to the unique vantage point from where I observe the Sewist in her natural environment.  The following are tales of life with a Sewist.



I suppose some Wives pick hairs off their Husbands suits when they return home from work, suspiciously checking colour and length to determine innocence or guilt, acting out a scene from CSI Vegas.  My suit is littered with off cuts of thread, and colleagues at work regularly pluck them from me with an audible tut – clearly suggesting I pay more attention to my appearance.  They cannot comprehend the deviousness of a thread-part.  Like a virus they spread unseen into every part of your life.  I found one in my new car only a few hours after bringing it home.  I’ve found them in bed.  I’ve found them in food cupboards.  In a shameful episode I found a small piece of white thread sheltering in my own belly button whilst getting ready for bed.  I’d started to panic it was a grey hair, and even now I’m not entirely sure if that would’ve been preferable.  If the conditions for life are considered an ability to reproduce and colonise then I humbly suggest thread-parts are destined for world domination.

I'm sure I can't be the only one who inflicts their family members with threads?! Come back next week to see what Mr f&f (allegedly!) has in common with Greg Rutherford......

Sx

Today's sky ● beautiful blue skies with a few clouds

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