Dorothy Sayers, a Skirt, and Saint Anne

This is a sewing related post, I promise! There is something nice about not being forced to read theology anymore, yet happily doing so anyway. I believe it is divine assurance that, despite everything I feel right now, I am right where I need to be in terms of vocation. I am aware that this vocation may change, expand, and will hopefully develop more fully, but I am starting off well. My latest kick post-NT Wright has been Dorothy Sayers. I have had her book Letters to a Diminished Church for quite some time now and am just finally getting to it. I love it. She captures many of my own intuitions far more eloquently and succinctly than I can currently manage, and I am learning a great deal from her. Her creative spirit inspires me to be even more creative. It sounds incredibly silly, but there are times when I am sewing that I feel as though I am taking part in creation itself. Weird, but true.

Tea in hand, book on the sideboard, and fabric before me, I made yet another skirt. This one is courtesy of Pinterest via this blog. I will admit, the instructions are a bit confusing due to arithmetic and I being sworn enemies, but I lucked out and am almost her same measurements. Huzzah! It is darling and I love the color of the fabric (the mid-priced broadcloth from JoAnn. Nothing fancy.) It is actually a Tiffany blue, but it looks much more pale in the photos than in real life. The last one is closest, but still a bit off. If I make it again, the waist will need some adjusting as it is quite "gaping," but otherwise, I am pleased with it.

And now: something rather nifty. A few years ago, I purchased some Byzantine icons from the Greek Orthodox church to be used for Taizé. One of them, I thought, was the Theotokos- Mary and Jesus, but it turned out it was Mary and Anna (Mary's mother). I didn't realize this until a few weeks later and left that one off to the side during the services for fear of being called "Romish." (These were pre-HPUMC days. I am not sure anyone in Cox would have become flustered.) I just learned today that Anna, or Saint Anne, is the patron saint of seamstresses. That is pretty spiffy.