Altered attitude

It's funny how sometimes we get so used to doing the big stuff that the small stuff never occurs to us.

I have a shirt I bought last year while on vacation on Cape Cod. It's a white cotton fishing shirt. I bought it more as an example piece than to wear, although it is in my size. (I have a number of shirts that I bought exclusively to study the construction of, or to use as examples for my rarely taught class in advanced shirt tailoring.) The problem is, it had two rather obvious labels for the manufacturer on the *outside* (I don't like being a walking ad for things I don't love enough to endorse) and one very scratchy one inside, plus it had these horrible faux-wood buttons on the front (I don't like dark buttons on a white shirt, or brown buttons on any shirt that isn't brown). On the positive side, it's a lovely smooth cotton in gleaming white, and the reason I bought it is that it had the industrial styling that was so popular last year, including about a million pockets.

So, I've had this shirt for a year and I've never actually worn it...

A few days ago I came across it while choosing a shirt in my closet, and it popped into my head that I should remove the tags. "If I can make a shirt from scratch, I can darned well remove some tags," I thought. So I took it to my sewing machine and found my seam ripper and removed the tags.

Wow, that looked so much better. But I still hate faux-wood buttons.

Then it hit me I have a bag of spare shirt buttons in my button drawer. So I cut the buttons off of the shirt and replaced them with pearlescent white shirt buttons. (I have some lovely aqua buttons that look like sea glass I would have preferred to use, but they were too big for the buttonholes and I didn't want to mess with enlarging buttonholes.)

And then I did some measuring and put the Singer Buttonholer on my machine and added another buttonhole and button on the bottom of the shirt, because being a tall guy, the buttons always seem to stop a little high on the shirt for me.

Wow, an amazing and comfortable shirt had materialized out of nowhere! It's a fishing shirt that I could comfortably wear with a tie to the office. (Now all I need is the office.)

It's funny how I don't hesitate to grab some yardage and spend hours cutting out pieces and sewing to make something all new, but it almost never occurs to me to spend just 10 minutes replacing buttons I hate with buttons I love to take something I already own from "okay" to "oh wow".

Tom Farrell

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(And I really should study the thing and decide if I should make some other shirts with similar features, as I'd initially planned.)

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Pat in Virginia

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Cynthia Spilsted

Hey, you guys aren't alone! I don't have any of my stuff that needs alterations because, well, I'm a bit larger than I was before having DD, so there aren't that many clothes in my size (just the basics, jeans, 2 pairs of slacks, a few dresses, skirts, and tops). I refuse to clean out my closet and dresser when I know I will lose the weight. Now, having said that, I have 2 pairs of pants that belong to DH that have been sitting on my sewing table or in my storage cabinets for about 2 years now....1 needs hemming, 1 needs a new zipper.....apparently, he doesn't miss them or need them right away because he hasn't said anything...lol

Larisa, who will get to them eventually, probably by the time DS can fit > ROFL! I have a pile of about five RTW in my sewing room. A jacket needs

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CNYstitcher

Hi Tom, I love your site. You are certainly multi-talented. Your photography is beautiful. If you ever go to NY again, you must photograph the FlatIron Building. I am not sure what street it is on, but it is a triangular building. One of my favorites. As far as the WTC, My late FIL was a structural steel detailer and he designed the steel for the first 30 floors and all the sub-basements. When the first attack occurred in the parking area and the buildings stood, we were so proud. He had passed away

3 years earlier. Of all the big projects he did this was the one he was most proud of. When the building fell on 9/11 it was like we lost him all over again. We lost a reminder of him and his talent that day. Linda in Plano, Texas
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nana2b

hi Linda, your words really struck home for me various reasons but, looking on the bright side you can keep close to your heart that "His" work enabled many to get out alive, and thats no small feat and easy to forget *hugs*.

OT... had to peek at your photography also, beautiful work you certainly have an eye for composition.

Jennie

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Thank you. Everything I know about photography, I learned from my father.

I have, actually, but it's so iconic that it's so heavily photographed that I didn't feel I have anything to add to the world with more photos of it.

When I worked at WTC in the early 90's, I'd often come and go at odd hours, so there were no great crowds in the elevators. Sometimes I'd have one of those huge elevators, half the size of the apartment I lived in at the time, all to myself. They went so fast that if you started jumping up and down as the elevator started to descend, sometimes you'd have a second or two of weightlessness before you returned to the floor. So, if the security guards had hidden cameras in the elevators, they frequently got to watch me dressed in a three piece suit, carrying a briefcase, standing in an elevator and jumping up and down like a giddy child.

I was there in April 2001. I took an old friend there for his first real trip to NYC, and among other things took him to the top of both the WTC and the ESB. As I said earlier, I used to work at WTC, so I was very familiar with it, but it still filled me with awe. Standing in the observation deck, I was just filled with wonder at the sheer accomplishment of it all. I stood there looking out the windows, and I was humbled by what an astonishing accomplishment those buildings were, and I thought about how their sheer existence was a testament to mankind's abilities. When we came down to ground level again, I waited in the lobby for my friend (he had innocently brought a pocket knife and had to retrieve it from security), and as I waited a young muslim couple came along. They discreetly walked underneath an elevator, and he opened up a backpack and withdrew a small carpet and a compass. He checked the compass, laid down the carpet, knelt on it, and prayed as his wife looked on. I thought, how wonderful that in the amazing city of New York, people of every imaginable background, religion, lifestyle, and variation managed with relatively little friction to live together in relative peace.

When I watched the footage of the towers falling, I just felt numb. Next time I was in NYC, I ended up there with another friend, so I took him to the top of the ESB, and looking down toward where the towers used to be, I felt sad. But, when I ended up staying in the Hilton across from ground zero, with a room facing ground zero, I opened the window and looked out as there was an agonizingly beautiful sunset over New Jersey, while below me was a big hole in the ground, and I cried very hard. I mourned not only for the loss of the people, not only for the towers, but for the loss of the sense of world human community and trust with which we had previously been able to live our lives.

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Tom Farrell

You have stated my feelings exactly. Today on the Jane Pauley show, Bette Midler was the guest. They played a small snippet from the Memorial Service at Yankee Stadium. It brought back the flood of memories of that day and I started to cry. The evil that did this is unimaginable by civilized people. Buildings can be rebuilt, but the lives shattered can never be.

Linda in Plano, Texas

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nana2b

You're most kind. As I said in an earlier posting, everything I know about photography I learned from my father.

I encourage everyone to get a digital camera and just take lots and lots and lots of pictures. If you take 600 pictures, one or two of them is bound to be good. I'm not joking, that's how pros do it, and so do I. (When I'm on vacation, I shoot an average of 300 photos a day.) You can also learn composition from a book, there are fairly easy rules for it, and then you practice. And, if you get a really small camera, you can take it everywhere, which is also very important because it means you'll have a camera with you when you see something great, so you'll never say "Oh, I wish I had a camera..."

Tom

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Tom Farrell

Thank you, Tom. That was beautifully put.

Marilyn

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Marilyn

My husband is a professional photographer, and he takes 3 pictures to get one decent one; 10 pictures to get one good enough to sell. But that's after taking photographs for 35 years.

Karen > -=- Jennie-=- <jenstoy@*nospam*hotmail.com> wrote:

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Karen Maslowski

Tom Farrell wrote:>

what he said... the beauty of digital is you just delete the photos, no developing 12 rolls of films for 8 great photos.

Penny S

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small change

That is exactly what I do. With digital it frees you to shoot EVERYTHING and I have had some great shots among some really bad ones. Linda

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nana2b

The truth is, after 27 years of taking photos, I'm much better than the two-good-in-300 I suggested myself... but I take the 300 anyway. I use the "just keep taking photos and pick the good ones later" method, and end up with as many good ones as I can get.

Tom Farrell

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Tom Farrell

Even with the 128 megabyte card I get CARD FULL...

For sewing projects I use the smaller card and download more often because I'm at home close to the computer.

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Kate Dicey

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