I guess this could be called a continuation of my introduction… I thought I’d take some time to explain some things about myself further. So, what exactly does RTW stand for? RTW = Ready to Wear. This term is a throw back to the glorious times when people had their clothing custom made. In the heyday of Jackie O, Marilyn Monroe and other cultural icons, buying something “off the rack” was virtually unheard of for the upper echelons of society. Today of course, very few people have custom made clothing, but the WAHM community is changing this with custom made cloth diapers, hand-knitted soakers and boutique clothing with a focus on children. RTW is often used in the sewing world to designate items that have been purchased at a store.
The significance of the term in my blog title is to draw attention to the fact that I find myself as one of the few seamstresses in a world of buy-it-now, mass produced, outsourced, foreign made items. In making a conscious effort to buy hand-made items, you are not only supporting a dying art (sewing, of course), you are supporting a family. So not only do my patrons support my family’s livelihood and allow me to stay at home with my daughter, they also get to experience the joy of having quality, handmade, one of a kind, custom made items for their children. That’s something we all can feel good about!
Not all of my posts will be directly business related, but I will take another second here to tell a cute story about how I came to call myself the “Head Stitchest” at Patchwork Pixie. My brother, Andy, has a brain injury as a result of a car accident 6 years ago. He was 19 at the time of his accident, and was in a coma for quite some time. When he came out of the coma, he had suffered severe injury to the left frontal lobe of his brain which in turn caused the right side of his body to be basically non-functional, leaving him in a wheelchair. He has fared much better than many other Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) survivors, but the injury left his personality and memory forever changed. One Spring, while vacationing in Charleston, SC (my husband’s birth place), my mom was helping Andy into the vehicle. As she pulled up on the belt loop of his pants, the loop ripped free. As I was sitting in the back seat, he stated rather matter of factly, “It’s okay, my sister is a Stitchest“. This is funny on so many levels ~ but needless to say I latched on to that little word lapse and it has become part of who I am. The Stitchest.
And just because no blog post is complete (IMO) without a picture, I’ll leave you with an absolutely hilarious photo of Andy, taken on a particularly rainy September day at the English toy store in The Worlds at Epcot Center in Walt Disney World. Andy’s nickname, somehow, has become “Bub”. Thus, I give you Bub the Bobby.

Yours, Meagan