Welcome to my sewing blog! My name is Rachel, but you can call me RED (my initials, yo). I’m a sewing fanatic originally from New Orleans, LA. I now live in Tucson, AZ with my awesome husband and too many fur/feather babies.
What got me obsessed with sewing? Oh gosh, it must have started with sewing summer camp when I was 10 (easy tote bags and pillowcases, yay!) and moved onto sewing a few costumes for Halloween and anime conventions, using my parents’ old rusty Kenmore from the 60’s. Fast forward to my birthday 2011 when my loving husband gave me a sewing machine – mostly to sew curtains and house related stuff (which I completely ignored for sewing clothes for myself)- and I’ve been sewing nonstop since.
Meet the gang:
Odin is my Husqvarna Viking Opal 650. Together we pillage the seas of fabric and conquer the world!… I mean, um, projects. He’s actually my second machine (the one loving husband gave me bit the dust 1 1/2 years later due to my insane amounts of sewing… RIP Brody McBrosephson). I named him after the Norse god whose name means frenzy and inspiration. Fitting.
Next up is Frigga, the 1960’s-something Sears Kenmore. Frigga is Odin’s wife and she is a beast. The loving In-Laws gave her to me and she’s actually the same machine I grew up on, but in better condition and more accessories.
Freya was a gift and she an awesome little serger. She’s a Singer Merritt Lock 14U244. Freya is the Norse goddess of fertility amongst other things. Together we up production and multiply the amounts of finished projects, woo!
Brunhilde is my professional dress form. She’s a sturdy girl and makes my heart skip a beat every time I see her. Brunhilde is a shield maiden and a Valkyrie in Norse mythology. A pretty kick-ass chick.
Meet DD – my husband, photographer, and sewing enabler. He’s a pretty cool guy and enjoys making his own beer, which I gladly help him drink.
Meet Boudin on the left (pronounced “boo-dan”) and Tasso on the right (pronounced “tah-so”). We’re a Cajun family, so of course we had to name our babies after Cajun food. Best. Cats. Ever.
And now for the ladies: First up is Caroline, the first chicken that ever loved me and vice-versa. This is a younger picture of her. We raised all of our chickens since they were 3 weeks old, so they are all very tame. Caroline, however, was the first one to snuggle in my lap and make lovey-noises at me. So sweet.
Next is our other Barred Rock hen, Chickie vonPoopenstein, AKA von P. She’s the top hen and the first to lay an egg. She is VERY mouthy and demands treats.
*EDIT* Von P. is no longer with us. On 1/26/17, she was the victim of a bobcat attack. We chased the bobcat off and she was left behind and still alive. Her neck was injured but we couldn’t tell how bad it was. We took care of her the best we could but she was worse the morning after. DD harvested her on 1/27/17. Thank you, von P., for the years of eggs and entertainment. ;_;
Buckbeak is a Silver Laced Wyandotte and is the least cuddly. She was such an ugly chick growing up but turned out pretty OK. She is on the bottom of the pecking order and gets teased by Caroline and von P. Not nice, ladies!
*EDIT* As of 1/22/15, Buckbeak is no longer with us. She’s not dead! We just had to give her away to a loving farm because Caroline and von P. were picking on her so much, it was killing her. She was terrified of them and refused to eat or drink. Poor Bucky, I miss you, girl!
Pretty Girl was a very special chick. She LOVED being held and was very gentle. She would squeal with delight when we pet her (no, seriously… it was creepy/funny). Unfortunately, tragedy struck May 4, 2014 when a bobcat got into our backyard and took her. It was very traumatic but she will be in our hearts forever. Rest in Peace, Pretty Girl!