Turns out I do still remember how to sew...

My winter coat is a 10-year-old (at least) boxy, black pea coat from the Navy surplus store. Its cut isn't flattering; its wool isn't soft and pretty; it collects scarf and sweater fuzz balls at an alarming rate. But it is soooo warm, and I've become somewhat attached to it. And so I will keep wearing it until it falls apart, I'd imagine.



This weekend, I decided it was finally time to take care of the pockets. They have been holey for ages, but at some point in the past couple of years they disintegrated into a mangled knot of fabric. And, after my recent period of non-sewing, I thought it might be a good idea to start off with a small project that wouldn't really be visible. Perfect.



So simple. Just measured the pocket hole, drew up some pockets, sewed them together by machine, and stitched them in by hand. Not the prettiest hand stitching in the world, but definitely serviceable. And aren't they cheery?



 

Oh, and geez, this time of year is awful for photos. Yuck. Getting home when it's dark out is just no good.