I wrote recently about the ritualisation of cutting out paper patterns, and how routines help guard against sewing failure. This led me to ponder what my other rituals are.
In no particular order…
Monthly worshipping at The Man Outside Sainsburys’ stall.
Throwing fabric in the washing machine the moment it enters the house.
Getting up super-early to sew in silence whilst the rest of the world sleeps.
Sewing in my pyjamas.
Sewing in my nuddy pants.
Wiping down surfaces to avoid transference of grease to fabric. Wiping them down again.
Religiously snipping thread at the end of a row of stitching. All the time. Always.
Cutting out interfacing at the same time as fashion fabric, even though I hate doing it.
Covering my dressmaker’s dummy after a sewing session so that visitors don’t glimpse a plastic torso wearing a bra.
Running up and down stairs a gazillion times to check fit.
Forgetting to eat. Making up for it with a tub of humous.
Buying too many buttons.
Rituals I should indulge and don’t:
Using a fresh needle with each new project.
Cleaning my sewing machine between makes.
Wiping down my cutting mat and changing the blade on my rotary cutter.
This is all normal, right? What about you? What are your rituals?