on sewing

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My mother was a seamstress and I’ve been sewing since I was a teenager. This led to me leave Winnipeg in order to study fashion design in Toronto many moons ago. Which then led to me ditching my fashion career after five years working in the biz. And to cut a long story short… that’s how I ended up here!

Some of you long-time readers may recall my ill-fated attempt to start up an online clothing store back in 2006, featuring all linen natural clothing (I still have whacks of stock in my storage room if anyone is interested…). And perhaps because of that my interest in making my own clothes waned.

Anyhow… one of the many downsides of being FAT is that there aren’t many nice clothes around for big girls. Yes, I know… so lose weight! Trust me, been working on that, and it hasn’t been easy. Anyhow! With summer coming up I decided I wanted to have a few nice things to wear and dragged out my old trusty Singer (which you can see above with its top partly off). I bought this when I first moved to Sevilla in 1993 and it has served me well. But to be honest, I haven’t used it in years, except for the occasional “repair job”.

The other day I took it out in order to “re-purpose” an old dress and turn it into a summer skirt. Everything was going well until this morning when I needed to put more thread on the bobbin. And the fucking bobbin spindle refused to turn! As you can see, I took the thing apart, but couldn’t find the source of the problem. So then I got online to see how much a new machine would cost. But then I went back to the old beast… and it looks like if I replace the rubber O ring under the spindle it should work again. I’ve also been taking sewing machines apart since I was a teenager.

So… what to do? I’ve been putting off taking out the old overlock machine I bought a million years ago back in Toronto. Yes, it did make it overseas (a friend brought it on a flight to the UK as hand luggage). Back then those machines cost a fortune (my old Juki cost 1,000 dollars), and also weighed a ton. Now online I see them for about 250 euros.

Would having new machines inspire me to design and sew again? I think they might, especially as the new ones are much lighter. I can barely lift the ones I have now. Also, my Juki has always been temperamental with thread tension, so we’ve always had a kind of love-hate thing going on there. But to be honest, I’ve always had a love-hate thing going on with sewing itself. I mean, I love the results, and I’m actually very good at it, but man, sometimes I look at things I have made and think “I remember EVERY seam!”. And not in a good way. 😉 I also see EVERY flaw, every time I went a bit wibbly. So not sure what to do. Meanwhile, something SHOULD be done with the hundreds of metres of Italian linen that are also in my storage room. Any takers?

chance encounters

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Pepe, Cinta & José María

Love when stuff like this happens. After a lovely “tapas research” lunch with my friend and We Love Tapas colleague Cinta @LaCocheraAbuelo (in this case the company was much better than the food) we stopped by Bodeguita Romero because I wanted to talk to Alejandro about a couple of special bookings coming up. And we walked straight into a group of guys from Montilla-Moriles (fortified wine region in Córdoba), as well as my pal Pepe, owner of La Fresquita.

I was introduced to José María from Bodegas Toro Albalá @toroalbala and told him that I was supposed to go to the big Montilla-Moriles tasting event in Córdoba last week, and meet up with my friends Erik & Laura @MMWinesUK but the only day I could go was the same day they were going to visit Toro Albalá! So in the end I didn’t go, and as soon as I mentioned knowing Erik & Laura he insisted that Cinta and I try their lovely Dos Claveles (Two Carnations).

Meanwhile, Pepe and I were “talking shop” a bit about food tour guides, and also about his brother Manolo who owns the most fabulous Taberna Manolo Cateca – a fact that Cinta hadn’t known before, although she knows both bars well.

So it was like a coming together of various parts of my life here, all in one chance encounter at one of my favourite bars (the Romeros are my family). And I ended up with an invitation to visit Bodegas Toro Albalá anytime. When I explained to José María that I don’t have a car so would have to go to Córdoba by train (the bodega is about 50 kms away, in Agullar de la Frontera) he said just let him know when and he’d come and pick me up. Bonus!  🙂

snail season 2018

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For those of you who think it’s all fun-fun-fun around here, with endless glasses of sherry and an infinite array of tapas… well, actually it is kind of like that. 😉 Though not every day of course, and not as “constant” as it may appear to be on my social media accounts. Heck, I can make one tapas bar visit last several days on SM via my various accounts. Also, I kind of publish things at random, so if you ever think I am drinking wine at 10 am… chances are I’m not (though on rare occasions it has been known to happen). Which brings me to SNAILS.

It’s now snail season in Sevilla. These are not the more well-known big fat French escargot that come drenched in butter and garlic… in fact, we have two types of snails here. The Caracoles are the smaller version, usually cooked in a spicy broth, and although you can use a toothpick to pry the little devils out of the shell, most people just put the shell to their lips and suck that baby out, sauce and all.

Cabrillas are bigger, and are usually cooked in a thick tomato-based sauce. With these guys you do need the toothpick, and you also have to take care with the sauce, which can splatter all over. I speak from experience.

But whether you love them or hate them (me? I like them!) it’s fun to try the different styles and sauces at different bars. Snails do seem like the most popular insect that have been introduced into Western diets. Thank you France! I mean, dousing anything in butter and garlic…