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sarah norwood

Things that I love right now…

Uncategorized August 15, 2010

I have been spending a ridiculous amount of time sewing these two pairs of french knickers. I suppose part of it has to do with the fact that I am hand sewing the lace gussets, and doing nice french seams and rolled hems… I’ve been working on them on and off since Friday. I think they are turning out really pretty. I hope other people think so too…

I have a bunch of plaid brushed cotton to make lumberjack-inspired panties out of with bits of Chantilly lace. And, on my most recent trip to Fabricland I found a beautiful piece of crinkled cotton with a vintage looking rose print on it. I can’t wait until I have time to sew it into a nice peg-top skirt or structured shrug or something.

Today has been another wonderful day, and I think that the common thread between all the wonderful days I’ve been having is that they coincide with the days that I do not work. Hmm…

I love my days at home. I cooked Dan breakfast this morning and was sure to break his yolks as is my usual habit (though not his preference). We watched a movie and I snuggled with Oliver. I made 99 meatballs and put some in the crock pot with sweet and sour sauce! I’ve thoroughly been able to enjoy my messy little kitchen lastley, baking bread and slow-cooking everything! I’ve browsed vintage sewing patterns, and hummed and hawed over fabrics… It rained most of the afternoon.
This is my favourite way to spend a Sunday.

French Knickers…

Uncategorized August 14, 2010

I had the best day I’ve had in a long time today. I got up early, picked up Oliver from my parents and visited with my dad for a little bit, came home and made Dan bacon and eggs before he had to head out to work. I did pulled pork in the slow cooker, and have started two new pairs of chiffon french knickers, each in slightly different styles.
I also pulled out my mom’s rolled hem foot, and I am in love. I want everything in chiffon! French seams and rolled hems!
After dinner Dan and I took Oliver out for a walk around the block, the weather was perfect, my day was perfect, everything was pretty perfect.
I thought I was having a hard time adjusting to being in a new town, even though technically it’s an old town for me… today made me remember why I made the leap… now if only I didn’t have to return to my day job tomorrow!
I even managed to fit in a two hour nap with Oliver this afternoon… I can’t think of a better way to spend a day.

Camping…

Uncategorized August 8, 2010

Dan and I just got back from Camping and a wedding at the place of my initial failure in life… Trent University!

It was nice to go back and re-visit it, though I felt strange walking around there, I hardly remembered it at all.

This is what Sundays are made for…

Uncategorized August 5, 2010


On Sunday I decided I would sew a 19th century style bonnet. Here is my first progress picture – I have completed the shell, wired and all! I’ve always wanted a nice bonnet… perhaps I’ll bring back the Amish look?

I particularly enjoy the ruffles.

Lately…

Uncategorized July 23, 2010

I moved, then moved again, and am now in a beautiful apartment, surrounded by parking lot, with Dan and Oliver, happy as can be.

And I’ve been sewing… and today, dying fabric. And, shopping for a new computer. And, while bored at my new job, working on the business side of Ohhh Lulu Studio’s and zombie screen play. I’ve been busy.

I have a love affair with Linen.


I think I have officially become an adult now. I am going to see a financial planner with Dan on Wednesday. I wonder what he’ll say when he finds out we have no money?

Uncategorized May 11, 2010

I hate moving.

Today, I slept in, packed a box, am going to go to work, coming home at lunch to help my brother load up his van, back to work, come home, pack some more,

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I am so anxious and tired and overall cranky, I could possibly injure someone today.

Also, it’s freezing and all of my warm clothes are in Orillia. FANTASTIC.

I really hate moving…

Uncategorized April 21, 2010

I found myself, surrounded by junk and boxes, crying on my bedroom floor.

My bedroom floor.

Packing has become very sad for me all of a sudden. I am excited to start something new but scared at the same time; worried maybe it won’t work out… worried I will miss it here. Scared I’m giving up my independence, my dreams… I feel a very slight tinge of failure in going back to Orillia, mostly a fear that other people will think I couldn’t cut it. Oh, I cut it, I cut it long enough.

I’ve been in this city for 6 years. At 26, going on 27, that is a long time.

I found boxes of old relics, clothes, Christmas Cards signed “Love, Aunt so and so…” So many memories here. I went through so many changes here. I grew here.

I have a feeling I’m going to have some rough nights coming up…

I am excited to try something new. I am excited to be in a nice new apartment, arrange my furniture, paint a room. I am excited for weekly grocery shops with my mom, and babysitting the kids. I am excited to cook Dan dinner, and have his quiet presence on the couch, I am excited to rest my head on his shoulder as I fall asleep each night. But I feel a small amount of mourning in my leaving, the kind of mourning you experience when a loved one passes away after a long, drawn out illness. Everyone is glad to see an end of the struggle, but it’s sad at the same time.

I think I’ve done enough for tonight… I will feel better when I am settled.