tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post2745837491349464502..comments2024-03-23T12:38:46.260+00:00Comments on The History Girls: Stitches in Time: Penny DolanMary Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06241989732624913706noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-49336039407288657472012-01-18T10:20:25.856+00:002012-01-18T10:20:25.856+00:00Interesting post and I loved the song -all that mu...Interesting post and I loved the song -all that mugging and eye rolling is so music hally. I confess I'm useless at all crafts- used to read under the desk when I should have been knitting and sewing! ( A quietly naughty girl)Nickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15442269757463713048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-75850304836227080692012-01-17T20:17:36.527+00:002012-01-17T20:17:36.527+00:00Thanks all! Liked the way the words were so ironic...Thanks all! Liked the way the words were so ironically. You can find the dreadful words of The Song of The Shirt poem on google, and there's a much sadder song on YouTube. Called "The Song of the Sewing Machine", it was sung Fanny Bryce in 1927.<br /><br />As January is not the brightest of months, I thought the cheery option was better. I'll leave you to find those and a box of tissues yourself, History Girls!Penny Dolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16386668303428008498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-28911990676287675822012-01-17T13:55:17.547+00:002012-01-17T13:55:17.547+00:00I feel for you, Penny, and the grubby ball of thre...I feel for you, Penny, and the grubby ball of three ply. Those were the days, eh? You reminded me of my own Junior School. I was hopeless at knitting, being left handed, and I used to sneak my knitting home for my mother to re-do because I kept putting on stitches and I lived in dread of Miss Lawley finding out... You brought it all back. Lovely post!Celia Reeshttp://www.celiarees.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-19034851495674376412012-01-17T12:42:11.788+00:002012-01-17T12:42:11.788+00:00As some of you might know, I am completely obsesse...As some of you might know, I am completely obsessed with sewing, embroidery, quilting etc and I've "used" them all over my work. And I'm a fanatical knitter. Thanks, Penny for a truly lovely post! And it's a shame that the crafts are no longer taught as much...I'm happy to say my granddaughter aged 9 has now asked me to teach her to knit! Hurray!adelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15826710558292792068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-9646386806295567822012-01-17T11:16:30.047+00:002012-01-17T11:16:30.047+00:00I remember my mum singing this song around the hou...I remember my mum singing this song around the house. Thanks, Penny, really enjoyed this post.mary hoopernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-15988713068633042252012-01-17T10:21:32.307+00:002012-01-17T10:21:32.307+00:00I can knit and crochet(which I prefer) but for sew...I can knit and crochet(which I prefer) but for sewing I bow to my sister, who was the senior partner when we made three flowergirl dresses last September.<br /><br />Our mother was taught smocking and draw-thread work by nuns at her convent school. Never attempted that but I could do simple embroidery stitches.<br /><br />They all seem to be dying arts now. Lovely post!Mary Hoffmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06241989732624913706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-2077680893970678822012-01-17T09:56:24.741+00:002012-01-17T09:56:24.741+00:00I never heard the sewing machine song before - gre...I never heard the sewing machine song before - great! I used to sew a lot. The first time I made a dress I waited till my mother had gone out and then attacked the sewing machine - it was an old electrified Singer. I was determined to master it without anyone else's help. The air was blue... I always had a very love/hate relationship with sewing machines - mostly hate. But knitting - ah, knitting! The short cut to tranquillity. <br /><br />Well, mostly. Once I realised after knitting about 18 inches of a fairly complicated piece that I'd made a mistake right near the beginning. I was mulling over whether to undo it or not, and my dad said mildly, "Well, no-one else will probably notice. But you'll always know it's there." I undid it.Sue Purkisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09084528571944803477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-10267225333057600562012-01-17T09:40:11.784+00:002012-01-17T09:40:11.784+00:00Oh joy - I remember my mother singing The Sewing M...Oh joy - I remember my mother singing The Sewing Machine - you've stirred some wonderful memories.JOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03127111575563904349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-29482265482209295552012-01-17T09:05:56.597+00:002012-01-17T09:05:56.597+00:00Great ending to an interesting blog, Penny. I'...Great ending to an interesting blog, Penny. I'll be humming the Sewing Machine song for the rest of the day until I turn to my own sewing machine in an attempt to finish the Tudor costumes I'm making.Barbara Mitchelhillnoreply@blogger.com