Monday, August 24, 2015

Elegance in Vogue 7365

Close-fitting, flared, bias evening dress with halter neckline. Low back, as in down to there, and a leg slit.
Gorgeous, just gorgeous.
Post by Eileen of GoofingOff Sewing.
Make Magic with Every Stitch

Saturday, August 22, 2015

GoofingOff's Friday Freebie

Today's Friday Freebie is a day late but awesome just the same. It is a flower wreath by Jacquelynne Steves. The design is suitable for embroidery, applique, needlepoint, or punch embroidery. It can be done in pastels for springs, orange, brown, and yellow for fall, or silver (or gold) with red berries for the holidays. 

Quilt block By Jacquelynne Steves

Have fun and keep stitching!
Post by Eileen of GoofingOff Sewing......Make magic with every stitch.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

New Listings at GoofingOff Sewing

Get a sneak peek at new listings at GoofingOff Sewing. Well, maybe not new-in-the-box new but new to you. I have 4 Stretch & Sew patterns from the 1960’s and 1970’s that I just love and know you will, too.
Stretch & Sew 1050
Stretch & Sew 1050
This first pattern is Stretch & Sew 1050 from 1967. It was re-issued in 1974. Misses’ Jacket with Set-in Sleeves is single-breasted, long set-in sleeves, and notched collar. Bust 28-40 inches. UNCUT. To purchase click HERE.
Stretch & Sew 1325
Stretch & Sew 1325
This cutie is Stretch & Sew 1325, Misses’ Sun and Swim Suit. First printed in 1967 and re-issued in 1974. Bust measurement 32-42 inches. UNCUT.  “What is it? It’s a swim suit. It’s a tank top over shorts. It’s the new layered look. We call it the Sun and Swim Suit. You’ll like it. Our top has darts and bra cups for smooth fit and the swim trunks have elastic at the waist and legs. Wear your new Sun and Swim Suit with or without belt.”  To purchase click HERE
Jean Hardy Patterns No. 470
Jean Hardy Patterns No. 470
Jean Hardy patterns came out in the 1970’s. This one, Misses’ Body Shirt and Sweater, is designed for use with knit or stretch fabrics. Sizes, small, medium, large, and extra large, are all included. Excellent condition, UNCUT. To purchase, click HERE.
Stretch & Sew 440
Stretch & Sew 440
The Maxi Skirt!!! I loved them when they first arrived on the fashion scene and I still do, especially in an a-line. Stretch & Sew 440 from 1974 in hip size 30-46 inches. “For a dressy look, this long a-line skirt provides comfort and fit with classic styling. One pattern piece for front and back makes it easy to sew with darts to add shaping and an encased elastic waistband which eliminates the need for a zipper.”  Two pattern pieces to make this amazing skirt! Yippee! To purchase click HERE
Sew, what do you think? Great finds? I think so. I really love the maxi skirt; the length gives it a bit of elegance and it’s easy to sew. What a combination!
Well, that’s it for now. More later. Carry on and Keep Stitching!
Post by Eileen of GoofingOff Sewing…….Make Magic with Every Stitch.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

What's in a (Nick) Name?

Mopsy Comic 1947
What is a name? A name is something bestowed upon a person by loving parents with hopes, dreams, and aspirations. I wonder sometimes by some of the names I've heard. A nickname, however, is all together different. That's the name that comes from family and friends (sometimes not so good friends) that tells more about a person than their real, on-the-birth-certificate name. The hubby's family has a Twinkie (he used to eat a lot of Twinkies), a Stink (stinky diapers, not a name I would treasure), and JayBird (from fishing in the summer naked as a jaybird...a little bit of the exhibitionist).

As for me, I went for years without a nickname. Nothing. The closest I got to having one was Leenie. Really? I didn't like it. Not one bit. After all, my sisters had nicknames but not me. Feeling unloved and slighted (I am so sensitive) I went to my father about it. After all, I thought he could fix anything. 

"Dad, why don't I have a nickname?"
"You do. It's Leenie."
"That's not a good nickname!"
"What's wrong with it?"
"I don't like it. It sounds dumb."
"I'll think about it."
And he did. Soon I was given the nickname Mopsy and I was proud. I finally had a nickname. Proud until the day I asked him where Mopsy came from. 
"A comic strip."
"A comic strip? Like Brenda Starr, Star Reporter ....gorgeous redhead with stars in her eyes?"
No, like Mopsy, the secretary in the comic strip."  
"Because of her curly black hair?"
"No, because she is scatter-brained like you."

Be careful what you wish for. 
Besides, I am not scatter-brained. I am easily distracted. 

Post by Eileen of GoofingOff Sewing ........Make Magic With Every Stitch

Friday, August 14, 2015

Suicide – Consoling the Bereaved

The thought of losing someone to suicide is incredibly painful. Suicide is a horrible burden to bear. Our veterans, those who fight for our freedom, have a suicide rate that is higher than the civilian population. As a VA nurse I am aware of the difficulties they face and try to identify those at risk.
The poem at the end of this post is very good advice when consoling someone who has loss. The pain is unbelievable; just listening is comforting.----Eileen

Suicide --Consoling the Bereaved by Peg Guiler at Spilt Milk 

My heart sank today when learned a local family had lost their young son to suicide.  I cannot explain the empty hole in the pit of my stomach which opens when I hear anyone has died by suicide. When I know there is a family experiencing this my soul twists in pain.   Almost 15 years ago my 16 year old son died by suicide. Just a few years previous to that my best friend took her life.
We all react differently to trauma in our lives but for me the reaction has been fighting with everything I have to make sure there are no parent, siblings, and friends who have to bury someone they love who has died at their own hand.  For almost 20 years I have devoted much of my time to learning about suicide prevention, teaching it and working with groups of people who are bereaved by suicide.  I can’t save them all but if I can save just one it will be worth it.
We cannot change what has happened to my friend, my son or the thousands before them.  Today 11 people in Canada died by suicide.  That means over 4000 people in the year. About half that many die in car accidents.  4000 died in the Twin Towers on 9/11.  Putting all those numbers together gives a picture of where suicide sits in the priority list of the health and security budgets of our country.  We don’t even have a national suicide prevention strategy yet and it wasn’t until about 10 years ago that Canada even had a nationally funded body looking into mental health issues.  We just don’t talk about it but that needs to change..
My fire and passion for the importance of suicide prevention and care of the bereaved will not be quenched until there is not one more mother who has to cry tears for a child who took his own life or a young woman who has to tell her children their father died or a grandmother who has to explain to her family their father has taken his life.
Today my heart aches for a family who live close to me who have lost a young man to suicide.  Their heads are reeling with a mixture of pain, guilt, anger, and confusion.  They are trying hard to find someone or something to blame and may even blame each other.  They may talk about it openly and honestly or they may be afraid to say it out loud and will pretend he died by some other means.
A month from now they will be still be in shock and while their heads tell them they should be returning to work and getting on with life their guts will still be churning.
A year from now the reality may actually hit them and they will be able, even if it’s just a little, to truly grieve.  They could not before because of the horror that played in their heads every waking moment and many of the sleeping ones.
Two years from now people will be expecting them to “get over it” but they will still have the video playing in their minds of the events of this day.  It will play many versions of the same story.  Some versions will have the good ending where they were able to make some small change in their day or in their history which would have changed the outcome.  Other versions are just of the horror.
In ten years they will not have so much agony every day.  If they are fortunate they will have gotten some good council along the  way and have been able to talk a lot of it out with a professional who cares.  They may have been able to move on and the stabbing pain which was so intense will only drive deep on special days.  The other days the video will only play two or three times.
When I teach people about dealing with suicide the most important thing I want them to remember is not be afraid of the word.  When people learn about suicide intervention they must learn to use the word because beating around the bush doesn’t work.
There is much you can do to help stop this plague of suicide.  Learn what to do.  Learn what to say.  If you can’t do that at least learn who can do something and don’t be afraid to pick up the phone and ask for help.  Maybe the person who is contemplating suicide won’t ask for help but there is nothing saying you can’t ask for help for yourself while trying to support them.
Memorize the number for 911.  I would much rather have someone hate me for the rest of my life for calling the police than have them dead.
There are many resources available for learning more.  I’ve made a short list of links below.  Most funeral homes are also a good resource for information about local suicide bereavement groups.  For me, that group was a life saver.  Those who are bereaved by suicide are twice as likely as others to die by suicide themselves so it very important that they get help quickly.
Many levels of training are available all over Canada from Living Works
Information on a variety of topics around suicide can be found from:
Teens and parents of teens might benefit from visiting:
Change the way you talk about suicide.
A final word:
When you speak to someone who has a lost a child to suicide or to anyone about grief keep this poem in mind.
When you talk to me about the death of my child…
 Please, don’t ask me if I’m over it yet
I’ll never be over it.
Please, don’t tell me she’s in a better place,
She isn’t with me.
Please, don’t say at least she isn’t suffering.
I haven’t come to terms with why she had to suffer at all.
Please, don’t tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost child.
Please, don’t ask me if I feel better.
Bereavement isn’t a condition that clears up.
Please don’t tell me at least you had her  for so many years.
What year would choose for your child to die?
Please, don’t tell me God never gives us more than we can bear.
Please, just say you are sorry.
Please, just say you remember my child, if you do.
Please just let me talk about my child.
Please, mention my child’s name.
Please, just let me cry.