Riddle Me This

While I was at Pacific Fabrics last week, I picked up a copy of this book:

Pati Palmer, one of the authors, is also the Palmer of the Palmter-Pletsch method of tissue fitting patterns. I am not a huge fan of that method, mostly because it seems nigh on impossible to tissue fit a pattern to one’s body without assistance. I am almost always working solo. But I do know people who swear by that system.

This book contains a wealth of information. I got a giggle out of a paragraph on page 7, where it says

We learned a lot by seeing so many sizes, shapes, and ages. We even saw size trends in various parts of the country. The average size was smaller in San Diego than in Chicago, for example. Lots of high hips in Cleveland. Who knows why?!

I know why.

In his trouser drafting book, Kenneth King notes that

There are figures where the fuller part of the hip is about 3 inches below the waist. I see this in women of eastern European ancestry.

Being one of those women from Cleveland with high hips and eastern European ancestry, I can tell you that the reason there are so many high hips in Cleveland is because it is such an ethnically-rich area full of women with eastern European ancestry. Solved it for you.

This book will be a nice addition to my fitting book library.

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I was hoping to cut out the Lou Raincoat yesterday afternoon but I ran out of time. I did do a quick fit of the pattern pieces on the dry oilskin just to make sure I had enough fabric.

I will cut out the raincoat pieces today and begin working on it. This is one of those projects where the prep work easily takes as much time as the actual sewing.

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My friend, Robert, who is here visiting for a month, is playing trombone in the Flathead Valley Community Band this weekend. Deana and I tagged along and sat in on rehearsal last night. The director is DD#1’s band director from high school and it was nice to see him again. When we arrived, he asked why I hadn’t brought my trombone and I told him I am retired. I haven’t played in about 15 years. However, I will go to my grave not being able to hear the Stars and Stripes played without singing along to the low brass part. 🫤

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A very persistent deer somehow managed to find its way into the garden while I was gone and nibbled on the apple trees. The husband went out last night and restrung some wire along the top of the fence line. I am hoping that will keep it out. The trees should recover, but I get tired of all these animals thinking I plant this food for them.