When I learned to knit almost ten years ago I started paying attention to sweaters and stitches and cables and neckbands and sleeves and all that jazz. I was obsessed with scarves, and just how that particular stitch was done, and where the yarn came from and so on. The same thing happened when I learned to sew. I would think things like "Oh, that blouse would be a great print for a bag lining" or "I wish I could buy the fabric that skirt is made from." And I still do it, but more...specifically. I can't turn it off. Bags and garments and other fabricy bits are everywhere you go. You can't get away from it and it begins to consume all your thoughts. Here are a few snippets I caught myself thinking recently--some in church (of all places), some at PA Turnpike rest stops last week (on the way to and from Grandma's house), some at work, and so on. Some of them I think to myself, others I nudge and whisper. All of them indicate that I need to broaden my horizons :)
- Whoever hemmed that skirt did it for someone wearing heels. She shouldn't be wearing flats.
- Look at that hem--that is the straightest hem I have ever seen in my life.
- If she took that in just a little bit on the sides the fit would be so much more flattering and the world wouldn't be seeing her bra.
- I wonder if she'd let me have a closer look at her handbag to check out the zipper.
- Ooo, I really like the top-stitching on that skirt.
- Piping really DOES make everything better.
- Do you see how her zipper looks like a seam? That's an invisible zipper.
- I think someone's measurements were a little off when they marked those buttonholes. Those buttons aren't serving much of a purpose where they are right now.
- I wonder where you get the fabric to make a coat like that. Maybe she'll just give me her coat.
- Ooo, those bust darts are not placed well.
- Somebody hemmed their jeans by hand.
- I want those flowers printed on fabric. And then I want bolts of it.
And it goes on. I started taking an online Craftsy course on tailoring ready-to-wear, and I've gotten so much more stitch-picky since then. It took three-and-a-half decades for it to happen, but I think I'm now a snob.
How about you? Does your hobby invade your thoughts when you're doing things totally unrelated? Tell me I'm not the only one.