Category Archives: 1980’s

What sewing machine?

June 3, 2021

 

Janice sewing on a JUKI industrial machine, a design is first cut in cotton toile to test it on mannequin, in the background

Here is a question to the new and experienced tailors out there. What brand of sewing machine is your favourite one?

 

I learned to sew on a child’s sewing machine. I wish I still owned it but when I was younger, I wasn’t thinking about the value my childhood toys might hold to me in the future.

It disappeared to where I do not know. After my mother died, traces of childhood from the old house were dismissed as quickly as my father sold the house.

When I lived at home I my mother taught me how to sew. The machine was set up in a nook off the kitchen. Ready-to-go made it easy to grab a bit of time here and there to work away on a project. I don’t remember what brand the machine was, I wasn’t aware of brands so any machine would do, it was possibly a Kenmore or a Singer but I really don’t remember.

My parents bought me a second hand machine to have in my residence when I went away to Fashion College. Industrial sewing machines and Sergers and industrial irons were available at the college but it was nice to have the convenience of a machine in my room for the weekends and evenings if I didn’t feel like going back to school to get work done.

My friend’s sewing machine across the hall from me was a Singer Featherweight, what one would think of as a classic granny sewing machine with gold filigree embellished on the black body of the machine. In spite of their decorative appearance, they were known as the workhorse of sewing machines and tailors still covet them for straight forward sewing projects, or to have as an extra machine for example, at the cottage, where one could leave today’s computerized sewing machine at home and still carry on with a project while away for the summer months at the lake.

Singer Featherweight

 

A Bernina 830 sewing machine belonged to another friend of mine in residence. Of all the sewing machines that my friends owned, it was one we could only dream about because it could do everything and they were expensive. Swiss made, known for even stitch balance, stitches never became a tangled bird’s nest underneath the throat plate. It came with beautiful presser feet attachments for specific sewing techniques and more sewing stitches to choose from over any of the others. The signature red carrying case held the machine along with a red box to hold feet and bobbins, a removable sewing table for free-arm sewing, a foot pedal to control the sewing speed, and the new knee-lever for raising and lowering of the presser foot, freeing the hands to hold the fabric in a specific position.

The parents of my friend across the hall bought her a Bernina 830 as a graduation present. My parents gave me luggage. They were preoccupied with my mother’s illness. She died suddenly the year after I graduated.

How many sewing machines have you owned?

At this point mine was just the second hand one, without any expectations of buying anything else. The year my mother died my husband thought we could stretch and buy a Bernina 830 Record, even though he was a Grad student and I just started my career. We found the best price in Ottawa, so we drove there from Kingston on a Saturday morning and bought one! It was the most wonderful gift I had ever received because Jim lived with my grief first hand while it took  over my body physically and mentally. There is nothing that can be done but to wait it out. But out of love, he thought the machine could bring a bright spot for the moment and it was a show of support towards our future together.   The machine that could do everything was what I started my fashion business with the following year. I did all the sewing in the first year from gathering to buttonholes, seam finishes, invisible hemming, sewing on buttons, stitches for knits, zippers, topstitching, special stitches for bathing suits, T shirt knits, and decorative trims.

Bernina 830 Record, ‘my machine that could do everything including grief therapy’ is c. 1980

 

Golden Sun and Silver Moon, design by Janice Colbert. Quilt detail image. 32″ wide x 37″ long. Cotton fabric, mother of pearl buttons, metallic tassels, machine quilted with cotton and metallic thread.

 

 

 

 

 

In the 90s, quilting was back in fashion. Quilt shops were popping up everywhere. I wanted to learn about this  for weekend projects. I found that my neighbourhood quit shop, where I took my Bernina 830 for its annual  servicing, was an excellent resource. ‘Quilters Quarters’ was having a contest. My Bernina was up to the challenge of free motion quilting with metallic thread. It was the first time I ever entered a quilt but I gave it go. I placed second for my original design!

 

 

Quilt back. Batik fabric, quit label.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once we invested in the usual industrial machines, a JUKI for the universal or straight stitch and the Serger for finishing edges for my fashion design business, I still relied on the Bernina for buttonholes, and sewing on buttons, invisible hemming and a few specialty stitches. I hired a tailor once the orders were more than I could handle. Yvonne, with experience from the garment trade in Denmark, brought a lot of expertise with her, and could stitch anything that I could imagine. The Bernina was her baby too.

 

Janice at the worktable, Raw Silk is spread in preparation to cut her jumpsuit design

 

Thumbnail sketch, Janice Colbert Raw Silk Jumpsuit, side pockets, convertible collar. The front, sleeve cuffs and belt have mother of pearl buttons. Self fabric belt adjusts with buttons.

 

Janice Colbert, Prairie Blouse, detail image. Mother of pearl shoulder buttons, ruffled collar, gathered sleeve-cap, satin ribbon. Fabric, Challis.

 

Janice Colbert, two tiered skirt, detail image, satin ribbon. Fabric, Challis.

 

 

I just wondered what machines have you owned from past to present?

Twenty years later, in the early 2000s, my Bernina 830 Record was still full of life and running well. No complaints at all. The new trend was computerized sewing machines with machine-embroidery designs. I wasn’t computer savvy. My vision was in the other direction, the less technology the better. I was designing a lot of quilts and attended many workshops with two quilt shops in particular in Toronto.

 

The new machines caught my eye when I was buying fabric and heard about an information session coming up where a Bernina Rep would demonstrate all the bells and whistles. I was attracted to the machine because the new models could replace hand embroidery with machine embroidery that was easier on the eyes and hands and could be completed in less than 30 minutes to an hour or so, instead of days and weeks. I felt the many Alphabet fonts would be useful for embroidering things for fashion and cloth accessories for the home, but other motifs were copyrighted so I didn’t think I should use them in my designs. With a lot of deliberation my husband encouraged me to invest in an Artista 170 with better lighting on the sewing area, a larger worktable and more decorative stitches that included machine stitches that look like hand quilting.

 

Machine stitches that look like heirloom quilt stitches. Numbers 310 to 338.

 

Bernina Artista 170, my machine is c. 2000

 

My machines were put aside but not completely out of reach for many years while I completed a BFA in Drawing and Painting at OCAD University in Toronto. The machine embroidery aspect was used here when I produced some installation art that combined textiles with machine embroidery for my Contemporary Issues in Art course. My intention was to promote awareness about Fetal Alcohol Syndrome through art work. I was struck by some information I had heard on CBC radio about the brain injury to unborn infants that is caused by a mother’s drinking. In a world where we seem to to right anything, it struck me really hard to learn that the brain injury to the unborn is a life long disorder and is the leading known cause of preventable development-disability in Canada. With early diagnosis, children with FASD can receive services to help maximize their potential. 

Assignments were due on a short turnaround time because the concept, process and direction of work was discussed in a Critique more than whether the work was polished.  Time for that would come later in a studio practice. 

At the time (2001) beer companies advertised a lot with their latest slogan.

I cut newborn-size nightgowns from cotton muslin. The beige colour was an intended connection to the artists canvas. The catchphrases I chose ‘this buds for you’, ‘the silver bullet’ and ‘out of the blue’ were machine embroidered on the muslin with pastel blue, pink and yellow thread. I sewed the gowns but left the side seams and hems unstitched to demonstrate the incomplete life the children were born into.

During critique the students felt it wasn’t clear that the gowns were for children because there was nothing to indicate scale, so it was hard to tell what size the gowns were representing.They also wanted to see the gowns hemmed and the side seams stitched closed. 

I moved on to other assignments and didn’t have time to return to my project. 

 

Artists 170 , embroidered textiles. for the home. If you have named your home, you can create custom textiles. In this case, linen tea towels for our our Key West cottage. Linen fabric, rayon thread.

 

Do you like the machine that you are using today? Is there a beloved machine that you regret parting with?

 

During Covid the limping home-sewing market had exploded. More folks were captive at home and wanting to go crafty. My project in 2020 was to return to sewing because it was something that I loved doing since I was small.

Twenty years later progressive technology outpaced the infant of computerized sewing machines, the Artista 170. The new machines were shockingly more sophisticated more expensive, and noticeably larger than anything before. It looked like hands-off sewing was available to anyone that didn’t know how to sew. Questions could be answered with video lessons­—that made it seem like sewing experience wasn’t needed—the machine would do it all for you. People were in a race to buy sewing machines. We all worried about supply chains. I was able to buy the last Bernina 770 QE sewing machine from what was the last shipment in Canada from Bernina until who knew when?

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B770 Quilters Edition and embroidery capable, my machine is. c. 2020

I was a little afraid at first of a sewing machine the size and weight of a small outboard motor. To name a few differences from the 170, the computer screen is larger, there are wider decorative stitches that make for more luxurious designer touches on projects, and larger embroidery hoops and the extended free arm is 13-inches long. The bobbin holds 80% more thread than standard bobbins, and the machine can read what foot attachment you have on the machine. This one was going to take even more time to figure out when all I wanted to do was sew. I was used to knowing where everything was on my old machines in a split second. I’m used to delayed gratification, I sat down and put in the time.

 

 

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Width comparison of ornamental stitches: Bernina Artista 170 above, compared to Bernina B770 QE, see below

 

 

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Ornamental stitches: Bernina B770 QE

 

While decluttering I came across the nightgowns from OCAD days. To become more familiar with all the embroidery stitches available on the B770 QE sewing  machine could sew, I decided to finish them. My school project that was begun in 2001 on a Bernina Artista 170 was finished on the Bernina 770 QE. The side seams are stitched closed and the hems with embroidery patterns for children show more clearly that the gowns are for the nursery. The colour palette, drawn from the Bone China Bunnykins Tableware mugs, are included in the photos to indicate the scale of the twenty-inch long gowns.

Infant nightgown, ‘this buds for you’ Artista 170 machine embroidery text. Hemline with children’s novelty stitches, cars and caravans, B770QE, muslin fabric

 

Infant nightgown, ‘the silver bullet’ Artista 170 machine embroidery text. Hemline with children’s novelty stitches, turtles, B770QE, muslin fabric

 

Infant nightgown, ‘out of the blue’ Artista 170 machine embroidery text. Hemline with children’s novelty stitches, frogs, B770QE, muslin fabric

 

Here is a recent project combining the painting of the tumbling blocks or hexagon pattern with textiles and embroidery. The text was inspired by the Elizabeth Bishop poem ‘Manners’ where her grandfather says, “Say hello to everyone one you meet.” I added some further suggestions.

Wood towel rack and pegs. Acrylic paint, linen, rayon thread and machine embroidery. ‘say hello’, ‘hold the door’, ‘words heal’

 

 

Detail, linen, rayon thread, machine embroidery.

 

Forty years later, my older machines sew quality work a little differently. I return to the Artista 170 for projects and design files I have saved on that machine. The Bernina Record 830 is still with me. The machine can sew as good a buttonhole with the best of them.

 

 

Places I Remember: London

FEBRUARY 4, 2021

Like others, I won’t be travelling this year. Locations are unreachable in a world were we used to choose a destination with the click of a button and arrival was only a few hours or a day’s journey away. Hopefully travel holidays will be possible soon for everyone that has been yearning for an adventure this year.

My fabric-scapes (tea–cosies with solid colour and print fabrics) are reminiscent of places I remember.

Tea Cosy, crown print, red, white and blue

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London 

When I was a child I moved regularly because my father was an officer in the RCAF. We didn’t have any of the enviable postings over seas, like the Black Forest in Germany that I heard about from my friends. Our one international posting was in the United States.  We moved to Key West, Florida for two years. Travel was not something we did for family vacations. Holiday time was spent at the cottage on Black Lake, Ontario or on the ski slopes near Ottawa. My first travel by air was an exchange trip to Vancouver with my high-school band in grade thirteen.

 

 

Janice & friends was the name of my boutique, to show and sell my designs under my label, Janice Colbert Toronto

 

After five years of marriage, Jim and I bought Eurail passes in 1983 for a three-week trip to twenty-one countries in Europe. I had my fashion business and a retail boutique. My mother-in-law— a retired bookkeeper—and my aunt—a retired director of nursing for an Eastern Ontario hospital—offered to mind the store so my sales assistant could have her regular days off. They thoroughly enjoyed a fashion–holiday of their own making.

 

 

 

 

 

London was my first destination in Europe. We arrived in Gatwick, took the train to Victoria Station to catch the train to Dover. I felt like I had been dropped into another world, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I took a quick look outside while waiting for our next train. I loved the hustle and bustle of the double decker buses and London taxis zipping by and the 1860s architecture. From Dover, we were on the Hoverspeed to Boulogne next morning with connections for an express train to Paris.

Our last destination in Europe was Amsterdam, followed by a train to Hook of Holland to catch the ferry to Harwich and then another train to London. We arrived on July 1, 1983 for a two-day visit before flying home to Toronto. We took the Round London sightseeing tour. (July 1, “excellent tour” was my noted in my travel journal.)

From the Parliament we walked by Westminster Abbey, the Horse Guards, through St. James’s Park (July 1, “beautiful” in my journal) to Buckingham Palace and Piccadilly Circus. We tried to buy theatre tickets but the good shows were sold out months ago. It wasn’t as easy as it is now to make reservations ahead of time. Ticket reservations were made buy phone or fax and the payment by credit card. But just the same, it hadn’t occurred to us to reserve in advance.

18 Argyle Square London

The Langley, a townhouse hotel on Argyle Square, is where we stayed. It’s still there, with an updated  exterior, a black and white theme, divided lights on the windows, balconies on the second floor and renamed, The Gyle. The Langley is now a luxurious Georgian townhouse hotel, in Camden. The Langley (or The Gyle) is just one mile away from the British Museum.

The stores and markets were on the next day, Selfridges, M & S, Fortnum and Mason, Harrods, Kings Road, Chelsea Market (July 2, “punkers have just about taken over the area”, my journal notes again). There’s a list in my journal, noting the fashion that I saw along the way—knitted sweaters with shoulder seams ripped out, black and grey post nuclear-war fashion (shop on King’s Road), Laura Ashley look, dropped waist dress with horizontal tucks on hip band, Tyrol fashions, white romantic blouses, smocked dresses for adults (Kings Road), blouse with lace yoke, bow tie, dolman sleeve (Amsterdam.) Photography was more cumbersome back then. We used film and had to wait until we returned home to have the negatives processed for prints; or slides that were projected onto a screen from a slide projector. Sometimes it was just easier and faster to sketch something that caught my eye.

 

We didn’t travel again until 1985. We spent seven nights in London on our first family holiday with out nine-month old daughter. One of the sites we visited was Paddington Station and we bought a Paddington Bear near the London Zoo. The bear was larger than her. We were there leading up to Christmas and so the splendour of Harrods ramped up with holiday lights left a vivid first impression. Of course Father Christmas was discussing Christmas lists with tiny customers in the toy department. From there we toured England and Wales. The United Kingdom was a comfortable travel test-drive for inexperienced parents. We knew it would be easy to communicate with doctors if she was unwell.

On the London Double Decker Bus

Paddington Bear

Tea time in Wales

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When newly graduated boomers entered the work force in the 80s and 90s they made good money and spent it without hesitation after years of living the student life. People would fly to London for a few days to see some shows and be back home before anyone noticed they were gone. It was less cumbersome to travel before 911; airport security did not add inordinate hours to departure and arrival plans. The majority of  travel time was spent in the airplane. Jim arranged a just-the-two-of-us fifteenth anniversary surprise-trip to London in 1994. We left our son and daughter with Jim’s parents at their cottage near Ottawa. I didn’t know where we were going but thought we might be going to New York. Jim just said to pack for September weather and to bring something dressy to wear for dinner. From the Ottawa airport we flew to Halifax, so I thought we were going to Prince Edward Island, where my childhood summer vacations were at my grandparent’s farm. But no, we had a 9:55 p.m. flight to catch to London! We left on Thursday and arrived home on Sunday. It was out of character for us because we were farsighted in our approach to money, so it was a big surprise that we were doing what I had only read about! We saw two shows on our three-day theatre vacation, the musical Cats, from the poetry collection by T.S. Eliot with the musical composition by Andrew Lloyd Webber on Friday night. The following evening we were at the ‘New’ Starlight Express with music also by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Famously, the actors performed the entire show on roller skates. It sure was fun to experience London theatre, something we missed out on ten years before.

 

Capturing memories

 

We returned in 2000 with our fifteen-year old daughter and twelve-year old son for the London sights, and a ten-day tour of England with highlights that included Blenheim Palace, Oxford, Windsor and Legoland, Stonehenge and the Salisbury Plain chalk plateau, Appledore, Clovelly, the fortified manor house Powderham Castle, St. Ives and Lands-end. Travelling with children adds an extra complexity to a trip in the effort to meet everyone’s expectations. Friends have often said to us, “Why go to the extra expense to bring them along? They won’t remember what they saw.” That was never the point. They remember that they traveled with us and we had special experiences. Our children learned to be good travellers over the years when we made their summer holidays a priority. Travel has given them the confidence to go out and create their own experiences. Something that I never had.

 

 

Five years later in 2005 we were kicking around the London galleries. We were on the tube (on our way to lunch with Jamie Oliver at Fifteen) at King’s Cross Station when the tube bombing happened on July 7. We were so deep underground that we had to walk up an infinite number of escalators and hurried to  exit the station. Once outside the chaotic scene of Bobbies, barricades, fire trucks and sirens overwhelmed us. The underground was closed for the day. Taxis were always full. The only option was to walk, about a forty-minute walk if you knew where you were going, to the restaurant. After lunch we walked from Hoxton to our hotel in to Bloomsbury, about another forty-minutes. We paused and looked at neighbourhoods along the way. Sticky and cranky and flummoxed about making a few wrong turns, the British folks were wonderful on route in giving directions, handing out maps and bottled water. We didn’t really know what happened until sitting down to dinner at a restaurant near our hotel. The Canadian journalist Patrick Brown was having dinner with his son, at the table beside us.  We chatted about the days events but it was only much later at bedtime when there was finally news coverage on what happened. The following day we left London, for a thirty-day driving trip of Scotland and Ireland, that included a check-in with our son who was on a summer school adventure in Edinburgh and Dublin.

 

 

In 2012, I was shortlisted for the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition. We were back in London to see the Royal Academy Exhibition and the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee and Flotilla on the Thames. From there we caught the Chunnel (Channel Tunnel) to Paris and Brittany.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our last trip to London was in 2019 for our fortieth wedding anniversary. Surprisingly it was our first time to visit Buckingham Palace. The palace can be closed for official duties, so bookings never seemed to align with our travel dates. The closest we have come on a previous trip was to visit the Royal Mews, a collection of equestrian stables, of the British Royal Family.

By now since we have seen many of the major attractions in London, we focus on the small museums. The Fashion and Textile Museum, founded by Dame Zandra Rhodes is the only museum in the UK dedicated to showcasing contemporary fashion and textile design. I saw the retrospective on Orla Kiely’s work.

entrance with exhibition banner for Orla Kiely: A Life in Pattern, Bermondsey

small portion of the Wall of Handbags

Orla Kiely designs for women

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Brunel Museum tells the story of the Thames Tunnel, the first tunnel known to have been constructed successfully underneath a navigable river and was built between 1825 and 1843 by Marc Brunel and his son Isambard using the tunnelling shield newly invented by the elder Brunel and Thomas Cochrane.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After seeing the Brunel Museum we came across The Rotherhithe Picture Research Library and Sands Films Studio while walking around the neighbourhood. We were reading a plague about it when we were invited in have a look.  It is a small British film production company, founded in the mid 1970s. The business is housed in a former granary and has its own soundproof stage, workshops, costume department, set construction workshop, cutting room, cinema and other services needed to make films.

 

coiled wires for making corsets

the sewing room

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The red, white and blue National Colours of England are the same colours in the flag for the United Kingdom. The colours are taken from the white and red flag of England, and the blue and white flag of Scotland.

London-scape (detail) cotton fabric, solid red, navy and white stripe and print, crown print on white frill

London, on hold for now, but we will return there, and other places to boot!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHRISTMAS ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE

NOVEMBER 26, 2020

CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS

Naïve art, fabric stockings, married for three months, this was our first Christmas in graduate-student housing. Jim was the superintendent so we had free rent for a tiny one-bedroom apartment a few doors from the student pub in Kingston. I made the stockings out of red flannelette. I didn’t have enough fabric to cut the front and back in one piece so there are two seams on the back of each stocking where three pieces of fabric had been joined.

 

The English paper piecing rosette is here in a smaller version of the one used on the Retro Tea Cosy. White eyelet cotton is used for the cuff and rosette, the heel and toe on my stocking. Jim’s has navy-blue stars and red polka dots on a white background.

 

 

 

The hanging loop is red bias-binding tape that also edges the cuff, and defines the heel turn and toe. The stockings are large enough to hold a bottle of wine, a tangerine in the toe and a few luxury chocolates, but they are small (19.5 x 6.5 in.), in relative terms to our expectations where Christmas stockings and everything else has been scaled to fit our large-sized lifestyles that include big stocking that still won’t hold all the spoils and extravagant consumption at Christmas.

 

VIYELLA SHIRT

I made this Christmas shirt that for my husband over 40 years ago.The heritage 1784 Viyella is the oldest branded fabric in the world. The strong but soft twill-weave fabric is a wool and cotton blend, 80% lambs wool and 20% Egyptian cotton. The fabric was the first and most natural performance fabric centuries ago. It kept one warm in cold temperatures and cool in hot temperatures. Modern technical fabrics offer this today. Viyella is known for cosy clothing styles. Designers with a vintage flair, for example Laura Ashley, were drawn to it. The original wool/cotton blend is no longer available. It has been reversed to 20% wool and 80% cotton unless you can find a vintage design like this shirt.

Every Viyella fabric pattern has a name, there are many tartans and plaids, but I could not find the name for this one. Does anyone know what it is called? This classic-fit sports shirt has a topstitched straight collar, front button placket; a slight pleat at the base of the back yoke gives ease of movement in the shoulder. The sleeves have a cuff and a placket.

 

 

I had forgotten that at some point the sleeve had a rip in it. I don’t remember how it happened. It was the norm to reduce waste, to mend, not to throw things out. Mending was intended to be as invisible as possible. Here is the repair, to make it ‘good as new’.

The trend to reduce waste is back on the minds of some people. The style is for conspicuous mending. To evolve the garment into an environmental fashion statement.

 

 

FIVE-BUTTON RED VEST

 

What says Christmas more than this flame-red, wool-gabardine-vest with five buttons? The vest was for Jim, and  is a similar vintage as the shirt. It has one welt pocket on the front and is fully lined with a satin fabric. The back has a self-fabric belt and a buckle with three eyelet buttonholes.

 

 

 

 

 

TREE SKIRT

The first Christmas tree skirt that I had ever made was quick and easy to create because it has minimal stitching. When I was juggling design work with raising two children I didn’t have time for complicated projects. The skirt came about at the eleventh hour. At the moment when the tree was put in place and they were busy hanging decorations we realized that we didn’t have a skirt. I zipped upstairs, pulled out some blue felt and cut a forty-two inch diameter circle with a smaller circle in the centre to accommodate the tree trunk, and slashed the fabric from the centre to the hem to create an opening. Then I cut lengths of nine-inch red-satin ribbons and tacked them eight inches apart along the hemline. I finished the hemline by pinking (zigzag detail) the edge with pinking shears and did the same to the ends of the ribbons to create a theme.

I don’t think I was missed; the kids were still enjoying the tree and the decorations, when I came downstairs with the skirt.

We used that skirt for many Christmases, sometimes alternating with other tree skirts from sophisticated silk with a scalloped hem edged with pearls, burgundy velvet with soutache-cord snowflakes to rustic black-and-red plaid with moose, bear and oak leaf appliqué motifs. I think the blue felt one has always been my daughter’s favourite.

 

 

 

SLEIGH BELLS

I was compelled to make this Christmas costume for my son and daughter when they were in elementary school. A Canadian magazine might be where the concept originated. I’m not sure but it was a brilliant idea.

Two red sweatshirts were required. I shopped the stores to assemble the bric-a-brac. The craft shop had the bells, fabric paint, ribbon and glitter. I didn’t know if I could find unadorned old-fashioned sweatshirts in children’s sizes. If I came up with nothing, that would be the end of the project. Cotton Ginny had them in sizes XS and S.

I so loved Cotton Ginny sweatshirts and sweat pants from the 1980s and ’90s. They were made in Canada and early to market in what became an explosive fashion trend; to move sweat pants from the gym to loungewear and casual street- wear. I had many sets for myself in a rainbow of colours.

The Christmas tree, a green painted triangle outlined in green glitter is the focal point of the shirt. There are fifteen gold sleigh bells hand sewn in rows. The tree topper is a gold bell tied with a plaid ribbon. There is a zigzag checkerboard across the chest that alternates with red and white paint in the top row and green and white in the lower row.

Jingle Bells in green paint is hand printed on the front of the left sleeve. A sleigh bell dots the “I”.

The teachers at Whitney School in their Junior Kindergarten and Grade 2 classroom thought the sweatshirts were lots of fun and allowed the jingling and tinkling like reindeer harnessed to fly through the sky before school was out for the holidays. If at times a minor distraction, the teachers in 2020 would welcome such a respite.

 

 

 

DJANGO SANTA

I have been a doll enthusiast from a young age. The first one, a Suzy Smart doll from the 1960s, was on my wish list for my first Christmas in Key West. She sat in her school desk, dressed in a plaid jumper, waiting for me beside the Christmas tree. If you pulled a string, she could spell, add and recite. I received my first fashion doll when I was ten-years-old. She was a Christmas present from my uncle sent by mail from his home in California. I had not heard of Barbie and was delighted to receive his gift complete with a carrying case for her and all her clothes.

I admire the miniature scale of dolls. Where puppetry is prevalent, in the places we have traveled such as Britain, Budapest and Prague, by extension handmade dolls with clay faces and hands, dressed in knitted sweaters and leather shoes are for sale.

This doll has had many lives. When I made him for the first time, I made two. I gave one away to my friend whose husband died suddenly in dire circumstances. The second one was for a fun decoration to have at our ski chalet. He was welcomed to our collection of Christmas decorations. Once the holidays were over we packed him away in a box and left him in the basement.

The next year when we opened the box I was heartbroken. Mice had their way with him as swaddling for their nest. His beard full of dried mouse poop, threads eaten, batting pulled out of the body. His pants had holes and urine stains. The buttons had teeth marks. I had spent days making this doll. Santa was no longer presentable. I couldn’t throw him out.

Six years later, I didn’t know if it was possible to restore him but I had the strength and the time to try. Could I pull the beard off the face that had been attached to cotton with glue? His clothing was washed, new buttons and fancy threads were found to replace what was gone. But still, I was hesitant about the job ahead of me. Is this where I wanted to invest my time? Did I really feel like making another pair of pants for a Santa doll?

Then I had the idea to create him anew as Django, not Santa.

Django is my husband’s alter ego, a version of himself where he lets the crazy out, traveling around, enjoying himself but not focused on anything other than what he needs doing that day, no commitments, no wealth or comfort but never on the street. For most of his life he worked in various roles in kitchens, more of the food processing factories of cruise ships, the small galleys of ships or the tiny food prep areas of private yachts, barges, and other working ships and boats.

This Django has a ponytail (like my husband) tied with green ribbon. The beard is a new one.

 

 

He wears a fresh cotton chef’s jacket with a cardinal print and polka dot kitchen pants. The cardinal is a traditional symbol of beauty and warmth of the holiday season. Ribbon suspenders are attached with wood buttons to the waistline. Rag-wool socks were cut to make the doll’s socks and the toque utilizes the red stripe. Black shoes are tied with silver threads. Django wears a black bistro-style apron embroidered with his name. The blue star, sewn with the utility-stitch, refers to a nautical flag he designed that travels with him, most recently to Copenhagen and Moscow.

 

 

 

 

 

SMOOTHING OUT THE WRINKLES 

Sometimes what appears to be a basic rectangle placemat (19 inches wide x 13 inches high) is considerably more than its four miter seams  and simple 2-inch-border. The white fabric with candy canes and peppermint-candy balls and the green fabric with red holly-leaves and white drupes are seasonal and festive. The provenance behind these VIP Screen-Print fabrics by Cranston Print Works Company from Cranston, Rhode Island began in 1806.

For a placemat, even with the two coordinating fabrics, it’s kind of flat—almost anyone could sew this—and could be overlooked for its clean lines.

There is an undertone of sadness that lingers beneath the sparkle and elevated mood at Christmas for those that remember loved ones that have died. The absence is palpable in the missing place setting at dinner. Christmas has always been unusually important for me—in fact since childhood—to make it personal and to build memories.

My mother was fifty-years-old when she passed. She was never spoken about again. Not with my brother or sister who was a teenager then. My father remarried suddenly. My family didn’t gather for any of the holidays. There weren’t invitations or phone calls by any of mum’s large extended family. A  relative’s true emotional investment in family members is revealed in rough times. No one asked us how we were feeling through the early years of mourning. My sadness and my fear that I would get breast cancer festered beyond what would be considered healthy and then it became entrenched.

I missed her so much at Christmas dinner. Once we had children, I was afraid that I would die at age fifty and leave behind my children in their early teenage years. I knew what it was to lose a mother. Mental health therapists recommend, to not worry about something that hasn’t happened.  As much as I tried to put on a brave face I found myself stuck in the same place, inconsolable at the dining-room table while spritzing the red linen tablecloth.  Setting the table for dinner was the worst because she made beautiful dinners. Homemade bread and dinner rolls were always there for the start of the holiday meal.

Ten years later, another Christmas, time to smooth out the wrinkles.  I decided to make new memories because mine were too painful. The four placemats from the early 1990s were my baby steps towards the beginning of new traditions and were the first Christmas themed sewing I had ever done.

The holly leaves traditionally symbolize the crown-of-thorns. The main flower meaning symbolizes defense or protection.

Wishing you a safe and happy household this Christmas.

 

WOOL AND CREPE DE CHINE

SEPTEMBER 17, 2020

We adopted a dog named Scamp! You will see him in the pictures for a feature on my work in the local paper, the  Hamilton Spectator.

Local designer enjoys job’s independence

By Doreen Pitkeathly Spectator Staff

picture, Janice wears feather corduroy pant with silk pullover blouse, asymmetrical bow tied at the neck, c. fall 1981, Hamilton design studio

c. fall 1981 Hamilton design studio

DESIGNER JANICE Colbert doesn’t only believe Hamilton is as good a location as Toronto for designing—she thinks it’s better.

“I’m better off here. Toronto is so big and all the manufacturers are there. The stores are just clogged with people trying to sell their clothing.”

Janice moved her small designing business from Toronto to Hamilton in October of last year and, although the move was for personal reasons, she finds it hasn’t hurt her work one bit.

A graduate of the fashion course at St. Lawrence College in Kingston and a native of Ottawa, Janice has had her own business for about a year and a half.

Instead of custom work, she operates a scaled-down version of what the big tIme designers do. Every season she designs a line of clothing and then goes out and searches for a buyer among the retail stores.

“In my first season I sold 40 outfits. Last season, my second, I sold 250 garments, so I’m happy with the way things are going.”

 

 

Janice estimates that to be successful her seasonal production should total more than 1,000 garments but she’s in no hurry to become that big.

“I figure about 250 garments is my limit, doing all the sewing. I’m getting to the point now where I have to get other people to help me with the sewing.

Janice’s studio is located in the upper floor of her King Street East home. Like any other full-time job, she spends an entire day designing, cutting and sewing and finishing her garments. She has no problem disciplining herself, she says, and enjoys the job’s freedom.

“I like being my own boss. I’m disciplined enough and organized enough to do it. Some people don’t understand how I can, but I enjoy scheduling my own time. I also like selling my ideas to stores and I like shopping for fabric. I think it’s the independence that appeals to me mainly.”

Janice designs for the 18-to-40-year old woman who wants sophisticated, good-looking clothing. Her designs are essentially classic and she keeps her line small with good mix and match ability.

c.fall 1981, Janice wears popular ethnic look, wool blend skirt with matching shawl, her dog Scamp, a Cockapoo is on leash in her backyard

c. fall 1981, popular ethnic look, wool blend skirt with matching shawl

Her fall line features feather corduroy in wine, gray, camel and green in two skirts styles, a walking short and a pant. To wear with the bottoms, Janice has designed a pullover bow blouse, available in natural-coloured raw silk or an elegant print polyester crepe de chine in colours of gray, brown, mauve and wine.

She has also incorporated this fall’s popular ethnic look into a wool blend divided skirt and regular skirt, each with matching shawl, in a brown or wine mixture.

One of Janice’s designing quirks is buttons—she loves them and says they add a little extra to a garment when they’re good quality. On her corduroy pieces all the buttons are real leather, on the blouses, they’re mother of pearl.

The retail price of Janice’s designs is reasonable, ranging from about $55 to $80, depending too on the retailer. Currently her clothing is available at J. Jatel’s in Stoney Creek and Designer Collections in Burlington, as well as Kingston and Gananoque.

“I don’t need a lot of accounts to keep going. I think I can make it, going by my increase in sales already. If it keeps increasing, I’ll be fine. You need to get to a point where you have a few good stores that will buy from you on a regular basis.”

At this point, Janice is turning all of the money she makes back into her business, buying extra machinery and setting up an efficient studio. The financial rewards may not be great but she’s much happier doing this that working in a design factory where most young designers have to get their start.

 

 

 

Gray feather-weight corduroy walking short,

front wrap conceals the front zipper, leather button with loop,

front pleats, slash pockets

 

 

 

 

 

 

OUR HOUSE WAS A VERY SPECIAL HOUSE

AUGUST 20, 2020

Jim was driving a Volkswagen Thing from Toronto to Burlington for his work with a developer. It really was too long a distance for a daily commute, because his job also required driving three hours north to Georgian Bay several times each month for planning meetings in the evening.

In the spring of 1980 we bought a house. All we could afford was a house in Hamilton. Not being from southern Ontario, we didn’t grow up with the negative prejudices towards Hamilton—the Steel Town— that others harboured.

Hamilton had a lovely downtown and we lived near the well treed Gage Park, that had the unique Hamilton Children’s Museum, a farmhouse from 1875. The original Tim Horton’s was in sight from our front door.

Our house, a fixer upper for sure, in the Junction came with good sized backyard and a pear tree. The property was zoned for business. We converted two of the bedrooms on the second floor into showroom and workroom space. We thought about having a dog.

the showroom with design table made from an old sewing machine table from a factory, clothing samples hanging on a pine rod

the showroom with design table made from an old sewing machine table from a factory, clothing samples hanging on a pine rod

Our neighbour next door worked at the True Temper plant. He saw Jim as a suit because he carried a leather briefcase and dressed in office wear for work. Jim was more like him than his appearance let on. Jim looked forward to working on the house on the weekends. They had a lot of interesting conversations in the driveway but our neighbour never did get his head around Jim rebuilding windows.

Shortly after we moved to Hamilton, Jim joined a life company in Toronto. The commute from Hamilton to Toronto was the outer limits of the commute on the Go Train. The trains did not run as regularly as they do now. Missing your train was not an option. He studied during the hours on the train through distance learning at UBC to become a mortgage broker.

 

 

THE RAG TRADE

AUGUST 6, 2020

In those days we felt we were invincible and Jim’s zeal for my success was bursting out. We shifted gears after I gave my notice at Comfort Clothing and were off to Toronto to accept the offer for his doctoral work at the University of Toronto.

Shortly after arriving we found an apartment that we liked in the Beach neighbourhood. The rental came with a garage.  Jim was thrilled to have a space to tinker on an old car and to build things. The landlord, a police officer that lived across the street, took a liking to us. We rented the third floor in a two-and-one-half story house.

After committing to a lease we learned that Jim’s two advisors had been in fight with the university over the future of the doctoral program and had resigned. Jim took it as an omen. He had been accepted to three doctoral programs and none had worked out. It was time to go to work, so in the fall of 1979 he set out to find work with a developer.

I set up my first fashion design studio on College Street, just around the corner from the EL Mocambo (a live music venue), the garment district on Spadina Avenue, and a short walk to the School of Architecture at U of T on College Street where Jim had expected to go to school.

Janice Colbert Fashion Design was born.

Janice's business card c.1980 ©Janice Colbert 2020

Janice’s business card c.1980 ©Janice Colbert 2020

 

I rode the 510 Queen street car from the Beach to work. In the 1980s the Leslieville, Riverdale and Moss Park neighbourhoods were not gentrified. I made sure to sit up front as close to the driver as possible.

My studio was on the second floor above a bagel shop. I could walk the length of Spadina from Queen Street West to College Street in fifteen minutes. With so many fabric shops, the walk took longer because I could find any fabric or notion that I needed on my way to work.

We made a cutting and design table; bought a used Juki industrial sewing machine, a rotary electric cutter, a Wolf dress form, a roll of pattern making paper and a sample bag. Good to go! There weren’t any computers for drafting patterns or for grading the design into the various dress sizes—it was all on me—with just a pencil, paper, rulers, and scissors.

 

 

 

Janice's sketch, fall 1980, left: corduroy jumper-dress, right vest and skirt suit.

Janice’s sketch, fall 1980, left: corduroy jumper-dress, right vest and skirt suit. ©Janice Colbert 2020

Corduroy was and still is a popular fabric to transition wardrobes from summer into fall because it is cosy. The fabric was popular in cottage country north of Toronto where the cold temperatures arrived much earlier than in the city, but either way, corduroy jeans with a wool sweater or corduroy blazers with denim were the look.

I purchased two bolts of wide wale corduroy, one in teal and one in grey, zippers, buttons, lining, cone thread, labels, CA number and a business license.

I did all the sewing as well, so the two garments that I designed (in Fashion, production prepares six to eight months before the next season) for the 1980 fall season were a good start, a jumper- dress and a button-front vest with skirt suit.

I tried to find a sales rep. We met with an agency. Something was wrong. I unpacked my sample bag to show my collection. The senior sales rep tore into me. ” So you think you can just walk in here and expect us to carry your work! Just like that? Without any experience! See this gold hanger? You have to put your best garment on a gold hanger. That shows to the buyer what your best garment is. You need gold hangers, not wood ones.” He held the hanger in my face. “Who—do you—think you are!”

 

I wasn’t prepared for his rebuke. My mother had passed two months ago, my emotions raw, I couldn’t conceal my indignation and disgust.  He achieved what he wanted. Packing up my stuff, we scrambled to the door. A younger salesman ran after us. “Let me talk to you. Listen. I don’t know why he is like that. He couldn’t design his way out of paper bag. You could do more with a sack of burlap than he could ever imagine.”

Jim and a university friend in law school offered to be my sales reps.

The reception was great. I sold to stores in Burlington, Stoney Creek, Oakville and Toronto. One store was  J’s Place at 2191 Queen St. E.in the Beach.  It is now a jewellery store known as The Gingerbread House.  My designs were in a fashion show, J’s Fall Fashion Brunch at the pub across the street.

detail of corduroy jumper-dress, high-waistline, V-neck, welt pocket, zip back

detail of corduroy jumper-dress, high-waistline, V-neck, welt pocket, zip back, lined

corduroy vest, V-neck, welt pockets, button front

corduroy vest, V-neck, welt pockets, button front, lined

 

THROW OF THE DICE

JULY 23, 2020

I lived on the second and third floors of a house with four girls, during my final year of Fashion College. Three of us were in fashion design and one was in fashion merchandising, although I always wondered why she didn’t pursue fashion design because she was a shoo-in with her expertise in clothing construction.

We all made things outside of our assignments for school. Whether it was refinishing a dresser painted with cheery yellow paint, knitting a sweater, making a silver necklace for a boyfriend, creating objects for the school Christmas bazaar or gifts for each other; there was a lot of creating going on.

cloth backgammon game, denim fabric, red felt tabs with white snaps, red topstitching

cloth backgammon game, denim, red felt tabs with white snaps, red topstitching

When I met Jim, backgammon was a popular game among his university friends. The box that held the game was easily portable to the school pub and an affordable entertainment that offered an alternative way to converse with friends without going so heavily to drinks.

I made this folding backgammon game for Jim’s Christmas gift.

folded in thirds, opening up ©Janice Colbert 2020 c. 1978-1980

folded in thirds, opening up ©Janice Colbert 2020 c. 1978-1980

Backgammon, a game of skill, is an ancient game, older than chess, and is a member of one of the oldest classes of board games.

cloth backgammon board, plaid flannelette, denim and red felt; yellow cotton piping and border

cloth backgammon board, plaid flannelette, denim and red felt; yellow cotton piping and border

Two players move their 15 checkers (game pieces) around twenty-four triangular points according to the throw of two dice, the winner being the first to remove all their pieces from the board.

15 red felt and 15 blue denim checkers, yellow blanket-stitch seams, D.M.C. embroidery cotton

15 red felt and 15 denim checkers, yellow blanket-stitch seams, D.M.C. embroidery cotton

I made a storage bag for the checkers and dice.

'LOVE JAN' text on denim storage bag, chain stitch embroidery, D.M.C. yellow embroidery cotton, plaid flannelette drawstring, red topstitching, 15 red and 15 blue checkers, dice

‘LOVE JAN’ text on denim storage bag, chain stitch embroidery, D.M.C. yellow embroidery cotton, plaid flannelette drawstring, red topstitching, 15 red and 15 blue checkers, dice

The present was a complete surprise! Merry Christmas always Jim.