winter
The Finished Cape–almost
Well, almost finished as I write this. Just a quick press and the fasteners to do.
That may sound easy but I tend to get lost in the details. I found some terrific dragon flies in copper but where to put them!
The lining – I tacked the front pieces to the shoulder seams. I don’t always like to cut being somewhat intrigued by folds. The result is that the shoulders stay on the shoulders when wearing without any clasps or ties. Though to have more mobility when wearing a tie or clasp will be utilized.
To hem the lining I used a big hair clip to keep the wool up while pining the garment. It worked well.
I have a tendency to ware the garment before completion to get a feel for it. This cape feels good. I had originally left an opening for the arms in the front seams but while trying it out any movement of the arms away from the body were inhibited by the fount folds. To remedy this, I will add a cuffed opening at the sides of the cape but only when all else is done.
An idea for a cape
I saw this 
Vogue V1322
Misses’ Cape
so I came up with this
This is my muslin.
The fabric is a foundling from the thrift shop – a soft wool that was too hard to pass on. 2.25 meters was enough for what I had envisioned.![]()
So I laid it out and found what I felt was a worthy center and then cut.
The center is one piece like a kimono, 88 inches (2.25M) in length and shoulder to shoulder 44cm + seam allowance. This piece was then cut up the center to midway point and a t-shaped cut at the neck to give it the kimono opening.
The sleeve cap / side panels I measured for the shoulder of 7.5cm + seam allowance. As I am no longer a whips of a creature, I cut the side panels in a kind of bell shape. This was Thursday night so I put the fledgling cape aside.
Then yesterday the bitch that bore me called wanting to see me. To put a long story short, not all who bare children should raise them. I was quickly tumbling into a psychosis of PTSD and help for this sort is not readily available on a Friday night. The fabric lay cut on the ironing board and the sewing machine was out – so I plied myself from my bad head space and concentrated on the putting together my creation.
A cup of coffee near by (this stuff is really good for mental health!) and basted the sides to the center piece. This I threw over my shoulders and it felt good. By now Loki (the fox terrier) was getting antsy for a cuddle on the couch.
I was needing to continue sewing and Loki was needed her nightly TLC in front of the idiot box so I found a compromise. I folded the right front part of the T on the center panel over and hand stitched a blanket stich. This worked well for two episodes of Battlestar Galactica and I was able to baste both the right side and left side.
The right side is finished on this photo and the left was only pinned but the result was as if I had applied a facing.
The back however did need need something to finish it up. When I made the first cut to the material for the right center I was left with a piece that was 88inches long and about 5 inches wide. I was thinking that I could finish it off as a scarf but it worked out when folded so and layered over back of the neck it looked very stylish.![]()
The front view plied with pins keeping it together until I have my cuddle time with Loki and a needle and thread in front of the TV tonight.
Once it is sewn in place, I will re-seam the side panels making the seams a little bigger to remove some extra width at the shoulders. I will then work on the front hand openings that I am planning on the seams.
Winter wallows on my mind – a poem written 1995
winter wallows on my mind
the summer echoes of children
this day is quite
music provides presence
sunshine touches the inner wall as the
evening sun glides to the horizon
my plants stretch for its touch
to soon its light will fade from their view
winter is on its way
graciously,
kids do not consider winter
in sunshine filled days
the grasshopper caught in the vent is
entertainment enough for their curiosity
I envy this innocence, this simplicity
far from intrinsic modern living
these children are ageless
winter is on its way
the beast that builds our burdens wanders by,
stranded, abandoned yet luckily found
in the depths of our hearts
wild passion flows from the desolate
revelry that awakens sleepers
is the unwelcome intrusion
it fades,
winter is on its way
the wind rustles though the suite
a fort of blankets,
a treasure of fresh fruit
hidden amongst the living room furniture
no safe place out of doors
for theses implements of childhood
today the wind is warm,
gentle,
winter is on its way
an active neighborhood
by all accounts
planes, trains and automobiles
their melody flow amongst the old apple trees
crows defending what is rightfully theirs bellow resistance
here lie the seeds of decay
a warren for the unwanted, unloved
to absolve society they deface it
then go home
winter is on its way
yet
beyond winter
lie the seeds of spring
waiting
wanting
needing
cool warmth of the Capricorn sun
chasing shadows from the winter crevices of my mind
All photos by Cathy Tremain, Poem by Cathy Tremain



