Solo Running Stitch

Trynne hems and sews clothes and attempts some embroidery

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Running Stitch

Postby Trynne on November 5th, 2018, 4:41 pm

6th Fall, 518AV


Trynne had woken up later than she’d intended, and as she looked outside she quietly cursed under her breath.
“Shyke almighty…” the mumble came as she realised that she hadn’t the time to have a look through the less savoury areas of Sunberth before work, and hurriedly she pulled on her clothes and grabbed her weapon from where it rested on the small table in the corner of her home and slipped it over her fingers so that the blades of the weapon were perpendicular to her fingers and so that the blades pointed the same direction as her palm. She knew that if she was cautious and kept her hand positioned the right way, then most people in Sunberth wouldn’t notice the weapon.
Sighing she glanced over the room again, careful to keep her weapon away from her legs. Glad that she had everything she needed, she left her house, shutting the door behind her and turning to make her way to her place of work, knowing that once she got there she had a few hems to finish sewing and a few waistbands to sew onto skirts, along with whatever else there was that Deu wanted done.

She made her way across the city, her head kept down as she walked and ignored the sounds of drunkards shouting and the possible sounds of someone being attacked. Those noises had become a part of her day to day life, and Trynne had a feeling that it would always be better to ignore what was going on. If it was someone being attacked, then she didn’t want to risk getting involved and taking a beating in their place, then there was always the chance that it was a trap and nobody was actually in trouble, that they were just waiting for someone to intervene so they could mug them.

The rest of her journey was mostly quiet, the people around her going about their business and leaving her alone before she got to Deu’s Vestments and carefully she slipped inside in time to here Deu mumbling to herself.
“Hi.” she said calmly, briefly interrupting the man as he stopped mumbling to nod at her in response. She made her way through to the back, finding a small space to work in before finally slipping the weapon off her fingers and tucking it away to the side before looking around for the garments that had been left unfinished from the previous day.

Carefully she picked out one of the pieces that was a fairly simple dark green cloak with a hood that Deu had mentioned wanting to embroider, though embroidery wasn’t quite something that Trynne had quite attempted to tackle yet.
Laying the cloak out in front of her, Trynne glanced around for a needle and thread, carefully picking up a small needle, and then finding a spool of dark green thread that looked as though it would match the fabric of the cloak, or at least it would match enough to not draw attention to the stitches that would be visible.
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Postby Trynne on November 8th, 2018, 8:00 pm

Sighing to herself, Trynne grabbed a few pins and rested the cloak on the flat surface in front of her. Carefully, she folded the edges over by about an inch so that the folded fabric was hidden towards the inside of how the cape would be worn, and carefully she pushed a pin through the fold at wear she was holding it, before moving along the fabric and pinning what would be the hem every three inches or so.
Once she had pinned around that edge of the cape, she paid attention to her needle and thread again, laying the thread alongside the edge of the cape and adding half the length again before ripping a piece of thread that length from the spool. Carefully she licked the end of the thread and held the needle by the point, gently pushing the thread through the eye. The first time she missed the eye completely, the thread instead grazing along the edge of the needle. Huffing to herself she closed one of her own eyes, trying again, this time the thread just managing to slip through the eye of the needle despite the slight shaking of her hands that seemed to come whenever she was concentrating on something small or detailed.

Glad that the needle was now thread, Trynne pulled some of the excess thread through the needle, anchoring the thread onto the needle before she turned to the cape, briefly pausing to tie two knots immediately on top of each other at the end of the longer thread, in order to lock it into place once she pushed the thread through the fabric.
Finally read to start sewing the hem into place, Trynne brought the needle towards the fabric before a loud laugh caused her to jump slightly, and she looked over towards Deu seeing him working on something himself whilst waiting for customers.
“Everything alright there?” she called out, watching as Deu nodded back in response as he returned to mumbling to himself.
“Of course, everything is going brilliantly!” the man called back after a few moments and Trynne smirked before looking back down at the needle and thread in her hand, pushing it slowly into the bottom of the hem of the cape, making sure to push through from the side that would be hidden when worn.
Once the needle had made its way through the fabric, Trynne pulled the rest of the thread through as well, before pushing the needle back through the fabric about a quarter of an inch up from where she had started, being careful to make sure it was aligned properly.
Next she moved slightly back from the second stitch and pushed the needle through the fabric again, before returning the needle about quarter of an inch up from that point.

Briefly Trynne stopped, examining what the stitches looked like on the right side of a fabric, smiling as she saw that the two stitches had come together to make a continuous line, albeit it slightly messier than she had intended.
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