New Stockist: Santa Lucia Patterns

If you live in Europe and would like to buy a Kate & Rose paper pattern, I’ve got great news: Santa Lucia Patterns in Berlin has got them in stock!

Kate & Rose sewing patterns

I learned from Constance, the owner of this lovely pattern web shop, that Santa Lucia (Saint Lucy) was the patron saint of tailors and seamstresses (Constance has a degree in medieval history: the women who run sewing businesses are just fascinating).

Santa Lucia Patterns has a large and excellent selection of indie sewing pattern designers. And now they’ve got the Róza, Giselle, Zsálya, and Mariska patterns in stock as well!

Oh! And they’re a source for Kate & Rose paper patterns until I’m fully back online in September.

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Leading up to the 4th of July: a sale!

 

sale - 20% off

 

Because life must go on and the 4th of July is almost here: everything in my shop is on sale, now through Wednesday, July 2nd! (I know, I know: July 2nd and July 4th are not the same, but I’ll be leaving on July 5th and won’t be back until the very end of August so July 3rd is the last day I’ll be able to ship anything to you.) And the 4th of July is a happy day so: use coupon code CELEBRATE at checkout to claim your 20% discount.

After July 3rd only PDF patterns (for both sewing and embroidery) will remain online in my shop, everything else (and new things too!) will be back in September. So, you’ll still be able to buy PDF sewing and embroidery patterns, but from July 3 through late August (or, well let’s be honest, probably the first week of September), all paper patterns, hot iron transfers, fabric, and ribbons will be unavailable. Until next time!

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Something personal: the Firefighter Street Children’s Clinic

Last night we were watching an episode of Veep and childhood cancer was mentioned as one of the few evils of the universe that can’t be explained, at all.

Sometimes the little details of very silly things like a television show strike far too close to home.

We’ve had a hard few weeks. Something’s happened in my larger family, something’s been happening, something that I find very difficult to grasp, and to not think about constantly, and to not let it eat up everything I touch with the sheer unfairness of it all. And I’m not the person most directly affected. Not at all. Not even a little bit, strictly speaking: besides being plaintive and complaining, this is not about my pain.

And still I have trouble focusing on anything I need to do. I have trouble sleeping, I get nightmares that make me lie awake and spin out scenarios of the Worst Possible Outcome, not just for the situation at hand but for things that have never happened but if they did, they would affect everyone I love in horrible ways.

(That’s the true curse of being Hungarian, more so than the badly shod, beer-bellied, racist and embarrassing machismo that masquerades as politics and policymaking in Hungary these days: that you can think of the worst-case scenario in any situation much faster and in far more elaborate detail than anyone else.)

I wish it was just a nightmare. But this thing is real. It’s chilling, and scary, and outside the natural order of things. It makes you stop in your tracks and gasp for breath, forces you to see that there are limits to what we human beings can do to save each other, it makes you grind your teeth in a blind rage, helpless. It’s personal. And then you stand there, unable to move, unable to do anything to or for anyone at all.

It’s no one’s fault, there is no one to direct our rage at. But that’s how we are, we humans: it’d be reassuring to assign blame. It’s hard to accept that there is no one to blame.

My sister’s ten-year-old son, who had a bout of leukemia four years ago, has relapsed a few weeks ago.

We do not know what his prognosis is. It could be anything, after a relapse. I’m not sure it’s worth knowing what the prognosis is for anyone besides his doctors. Because your individual story is your individual story, and statistics are made up of many, many individual stories, all of which play out differently. That’s the tiny, shiny spot where hope resides.

Childhood leukemia is a terrible disease, but it’s one of the first cancers for which people have come up with what is close to a cure. It’s a harrowing cure, to be sure, but the disease is far worse. Childhood leukemia is painful, swift, and awful. My late father-in-law’s brother died of it at age three, within a month. But that was a long time ago (in the early 1930s), and since then, people have figured out a treatment protocol that works, most of the time.

But not always.

If I owe you an email, I apologize. It will be written, I promise. If I should have finished something and sent it to you but haven’t yet, please know it’s coming and I’m sorry it’s coming later than it should.

Someday, most of my family will get over this and be fine.

But not all of us.

So there is one thing I need to ask you. If there is a children’s hospital you care about, and you can afford donating to them, please do. Worldwide, treatment protocols for childhood cancers are mostly the same. The difference is in the resources each hospital has, the resourses needed so that sick children can have, besides chemotherapy, things like clean sheets, nutritious food, physical therapists, clean bathrooms, enough nurses, toys, psychoterapists – or translators and social workers to help their parents. Yes, really. Many hospitals could use your help: in most parts of the world there aren’t enough funds for the things that those of us with solid health insurance, here in the U.S., take for granted.

Áron, my nephew, is currently treated at Tűzoltó Utcai Gyermekklinika – which means Firefighter Street Children’s Clinic – in Budapest. (How appropriately named: Firefighter Street Children’s Clinic.) This is their foundation’s donation site. Four years ago he was treated at the Heim Pál Gyermekkórház – Madarász Utcai Részleg (Paul Heim Children’s Hospital, Birdcatcher Street Division). Their foundation’s web sites are here and here. Please consider helping them, or any other children’s hospital in the world that could use a boost.

You could also just give blood. Childhood leukemia patients need a blood transfusion as often as every 8 days during one phase of treatment. If you’re like me and feel faint at the sight of a needle (ironic, being as how I embroider so much, isn’t it?), tell them to give you some beer! It keeps your blood pressure a bit more even, and helps you NOT pass out while giving blood.

(I’m trying to infuse levity into the situation. Trying. Because laughter should be healing. The reality is that I don’t know how to laugh much at all, these days.)

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Your makes: Giselle and Mariska – and a giveaway!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted photos of your makes – which is inexcusable! Let’s start with a happy thought: Emily in Bali, wearing a lovely chevron maxi Giselle: EmilyInBali

Maxi dresses are SO great for relaxing in lovely locations. I think  I would like to go to Bali now. Continue Reading →

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Midtown Collection: paper patterns!

Midtown Collection sewing patterns

 

The three new patterns from the Midtown Collection are now available as paper patterns, along with the Róza pattern.

 

Kate & Rose sewing patterns

 

You can now purchase the Giselle, Zsálya and Mariska patterns on paper as well as PDF. I kept the format and packaging I used for the Róza to remain true to the handmade, hand-crafted feel I want to capture with Kate & Rose patterns. They’re printed on recycled tissue, with a saddle-stitched instruction booklet packaged in a simple, translucent vellum envelope:

 

Zsalya pattern unwrapped

 

Oh, one last thing! It’s also my birthday tomorrow, I’m turning 42, and, mathematically, 42 is all kinds of special (don’t ask – my parents are mathematicians) – so let’s celebrate! Now through midnight on Sunday, June 22, please enjoy 15% off all orders, including all hot-iron transfers, PDF patterns, fabric and trims. Use coupon code MidtownSewing at checkout to get your discount. Meet you at the shop, ‘kay?

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