Fabric Shopping on Black Friday

Do you know Kim of Darwin? Not only is she a fabulous sewer and knitter, she's also hysterically funny. She recently wrote this entry about shopping at Jo-Ann's on Black Friday and how crafty you have to be to get the best fabrics. I've never experienced shopping like Kim describes at Jo-Ann's! It must be a fight to the finish in a small town where there is only one store for miles. Each year on the day after Thanksgiving, Jo-Ann's has a blockbuster sale on flannel from 6 am to 12 noon. In years past, the flannel was on sale for .99 cents a yard. This year the price went up to $1.49. That's still a tremendous savings on fabric that can sell regularly for around six dollars a yard.

Since I live in a big metropolis, I have quite a few Jo-Ann's to choose from. There are two within six miles of me and another three within fifteen miles. On the day before Thanksgiving I had scoped out four stores, just to see which ones I wanted shop at on Friday. I thought I would "try" to get out the door before six am to visit as many as I could but I was up late Thanksgiving evening trying to get some sewing orders finished and in the mail. Consequently, I didn't leave the house until 7:30 am. Even so, I was able to make some great finds at the Porter Ranch store and the Reseda store on Friday.

My shopping spree.

Usually, I'm looking for interesting prints to make my oversized Christmas stockings or animal prints for fleece and flannel throw blankets. For the first time, I was shopping for baby themed flannel prints. I was shopping to build an inventory. My goal is to work next year on making some patchwork baby throw blankets. Many people have told me they are very easy to make and I thought I would see if I could tackle a patchwork blanket.

I've made a few patchwork blankets before, but I bought the patchwork fabric already made that you see in the images of this blankie.


It's a great print with different prints of blue and a chenille blended into the patchwork. Jo-Ann's has some great patchwork fabric in a few pink, green, or blue themed colors but the regular price ranges from $13 to $17 a yard. I need two yards to make a 42" x 59" throw which means just the fabric alone will push the materials cost of the blanket close to forty dollars. I have to wait until it's not on sale and use a coupon to make the price affordable.

Here is a close up of some of the baby flannel prints I will use when I start work next year on making some limited edition, patchwork baby throws.

I also wanted you show you the big roll of cotton chenille I scored a few days ago with a 50% off coupon. This is regularly priced at $12.99 a yard. I will use this fabric in making the the flannel patchwork blankets.


In the mean time, I am sewing, sewing, sewing every moment I am not writing up my coverage of the Phil Spector retrial. I am getting sewing orders about every other day, and it's been an interesting balancing act trying to get to court on time, sew orders, blog on the trial and keep my house clean. As you can probably guess, the clean house is losing. We won't be having anyone over until long after the holidays have passed and the Spector retrial has a resolution.

Distal Biceps Tendon Rupture

Latest story update, here.

Back on July 2nd, I'd briefly mentioned in an entry on the main blog about dinner shopping with Robert Blake, that Mr. Sprocket had been recovering for the past two weeks from surgery on his right arm. ~ On a side note here, this story is not nearly as frightening as to what Kim of The Darwin Exception wrote about in her latest blog entry. I do hope Paul takes it easy and makes a full recovery. He was quite lucky and I bet the event just about gave Kim a heart attack.

I've been meaning to bring everyone up to date on what's been happening in the Sprocket household the past few months but I've barely had time to blog and no time to sew. The stack of Market Bags, Totes and Mini Market Purses remain unfinished.



I have to give all the credit to donchais, ritanita, and the other guest bloggers for keeping Trials & Tribulations going. They have all done a fantastic job while I've been dealing with RL.

I started to write this story about two months ago but I kept getting sidetracked with other things that took the majority of my time. That's because Mr. Sprocket's arm injury was misdiagnosed for about a month and a half. When he injured his arm, I had to put blogging on the back burner and concentrate my energies into going to doctor appointments with him as well as helping him do things he could no longer accomplish.

But let me back up a bit and start from the beginning. Back in late April, Mr. Sprocket lost his job and seriously injured his right arm, all on the same day. He remembers hearing a "snap" type sound when he sustained the injury. At first, he didn't realize how seriously he injured his arm. That same day, the company took him to the Kaiser emergency room, where his injury was misdiagnosed as just a severe muscle strain and sprain. He was then assigned a doctor at the hospital near our house. This doctor who treated him, also misdiagnosed his injury.

We filed a workman's compensation claim against the company which they promptly denied. We then had to find an attorney to represent him. The workman's comp attorney found him an orthopedic doctor to see outside the Kaiser system, and it was this doctor who first told us that Mr. Sprocket needed surgery. I was skeptical. Every other doctor told us that he did not need surgery. We didn't know who to believe and I told Mr. Sprocket we had to go through our own insurance (at Kaiser) and get a different opinion with an orthopedic. We finally were able to get into see an orthopedic surgeon at Kaiser, and this doctor was the third one who misdiagnosed his injury. At the time, he told us that if anyone were to operate on his arm, we could sue the doctor for malpractice. This injury did NOT need surgery. So we were stumped. A few days after that, the independent doctor was able to get Mr. Sprocket an appointment for three MRI's on his arm. They confirmed what the independent doctor first told us. Mr. Sprocket had a complete rupture of his distal biceps tendon, a very rare injury. Most injuries to the biceps consist of tears to the superior tendons that attach onto head of the humerus and the coracobrachialis of the scapula. Distal biceps tendon ruptures account for only 3% of injures to the biceps. He would need surgery.

We went back to the independent doctor to talk about Mr. Sprocket's options. He could not do the surgery since the company's insurance carrier was denying the workman's compensation claim, and there isn't a hospital that would let him operate on a contingency basis, until the claim was settled. We would have to go back to our private insurance carrier, Kaiser.

So, we wrote a detailed letter to the orthopedic doctor at Kaiser saw Mr. Sprocket in early June with copies of the MRI reports that his distal biceps tendon was torn specifically asking him that in light of this new information, it appears Mr. Sprocket needs an operation! After Mr. Sprocket dropped that letter off, we were notified that this doctor had taken a leave of absence, and that the earliest appointment he could get with another orthopedic surgeon was at the beginning of August. The only way he could get in to see one sooner, was to go to the walk in clinic and wait.

Frustrated out of our minds to no end, that's what we did. Around 4:00 pm on June 17th, we decided to go to a different Kaiser hospital than the one we had been dealing with. After waiting for about an hour, we finally get into see a doctor and we tell her the long sad story. She then goes to contact the orthopedic on call for the hospital that day, and comes back to tell us that he will see Mr. Sprocket, but he can't come down to the clinic for about an hour. We go to the cafeteria and get dinner. Around 6:00 pm we finally get to see the orthopedic surgeon on call. And this is where Mr. Sprocket's luck turns. The orthopedic on call is a very young looking, Assistant Director of the orthopedic department for the S. Cali. area. He looked like a young John Carter, but we later find out he has been with the department for over 18 years. "Young John Carter" ( JC) examined Mr. Sprocket's arm, listened to his entire story of mis-diagnosis and read the MRI reports. We then asked him, "So, can Mr. Sprocket get the surgery?" And young JC responded, "How about tomorrow afternoon?"

Success! Mr. Sprocket later said that no doctor before had examined his arm quite as thoroughly as young JC did. Our main concern with a distal biceps tendon rupture was the fact that the longer he went without the surgery, the less likely any surgery would result in a positive outcome. All the information we had about this injury stated that Mr. Sprocket needed to have the surgery within weeks. The longer he went without it, the more likely it would be that he would need a graft of a tendon from another part of his body to re-anchor the tendon. A graft would mean that he would be more prone to re-injure his arm. The graft would mean his arm would not be as strong as if he had the surgery and did not need a graft. It would all depend on whether or not JC could retrieve the distal tendon that had snapped back up his arm, and get it to stretch back to the point where it needed to be anchored. He wouldn't know that until he opened up his arm. JC talked about where he would take the graft; from one of his many hamstrings in the back of his leg. I asked JC how many of these operations has he performed in his career. "About twelve," he said. The independent doctor, an older Mideastern man in his early 60's had told us he had performed "hundreds" of these operations. JC just smiled when we told him that and said, "That's doubtful."

The following morning we did as many things around the house that we needed to get done that we knew Mr. Sprocket would not be able to do for six months. One of them was to fix the pump in the patio fountain. The finches and humming birds had been missing it. Here it is, all fixed.



JC had asked us if we could to get a copy of the actual MRI films so that he could see them before the operation. We were able to pick them up on the way to the hospital and dropped them off at office in the orthopedic clinic and then headed to the hospital admissions department. Afterwards, we went straight to surgery pre-op. In pre-op, Mr. Sprocket is his usual self, telling the anesthesiologist which drugs he will let her administer and which drugs he doesn't want. This is from a surgery experience he had when he was 18. I'm sure the anesthesiologist "loved" that. We are in this waiting area for about two hours. Right before the surgery is to scheduled to start, JC tells us some more good news. He had consulted with some other surgeons and they suggested that if he needs a graft, an extra tendon could be taken from his wrist area. This is a graft that was used on a well known sports figure (a baseball player I believe) but I can't remember the name. This is a better option than taking a graft from the hamstring. We wait some more, and then Mr. Sprocket is wheeled into surgery.

Two and a half hours later JC comes to the waiting room to tell me that the surgery went perfectly and he didn't need to do a graft. That was great news. Since it is so late, he really wants Mr. Sprocket to stay in the hospital overnight. I was not allowed to stay in his room with him so I went home after a few hours. I'm sure the nurses thought he was just the "most favorite" patient on the floor. I bet he buzzed them a gazillion times for "get me this" and "get me that." When he asked the nurses if he could get some "tums" (and they only would give him a single tum), that caused a fit of complaints because they would not give him more than the single tum. Then there was the drama about the suppository. Mr. Sprocket wanted a "glycerin" suppository and evidently the hospital didn't have any. They only had a type that ". . . burned his butt. . .it was terrible!" I didn't hear the end of that story for days. You could see the relief on their faces when I came to collect him the next morning. For most of that day, Mr. Sprocket was a happy camper. That's because he was still in morphine heaven. He was invincible and thought the worst was over. His arm felt great! Then the morphine started to wear off.

The first two weeks of Mr. Sprocket's recovery were the most miserable I have ever experienced of taking care of someone. He parked himself on the sofa and wouldn't budge.



The excuse for why he couldn't move or do anything was, "My arm hurts." He also didn't understand why I wouldn't let him use the plastic urinal jug he got at the hospital to go to the bathroom in while he was lying on the sofa. I was a terrible wife because I made him get up and use the bathroom just to go pee. My reasoning was, he didn't have surgery on his legs. Those still worked, and I wasn't going to have a container of pee on my coffee table all day until he had eventually had to go poop. I was lucky to get him up every few days to bathe. (After a month of this, I had to wash all the pillows and covers on the sofa since they started to have an aroma about them.) His most stellar moment was when he threw a tantrum ~ literally got up off the sofa and threw a ton of stuff on the floor, all over the living room ranting and raving the entire time ~ because I would not put a small trash can in his left hand so he could put his boogers he'd just picked and laid on his chest in it. His arm hurt too much for him to move and 'reach for the trash can.' I kid you not. That's what the first month was like.

Two weeks later, the plaster cast he received in the OR was removed and we got to see his incisions for the first time. The top incision is how far up his arm the distal tendon retreated to, and the lower incision is where they anchored it.



Stay tuned for the next episode of Mr. Sprocket and sofa king living.

Distal Biceps Tendon Rupture Update.

The Joann Fabric Store...In My Attic

Do you know Kim, of The Darwin Exception? She is an exceptionally witty blogger and awesome knitter who has posted these wonderful photos of her sewing room and the ton of yarn and fabric she has in stock. She has quite a bit, but I think I've got her beat.

I've been longing to have my sewing room back. Our upstairs has been without walls or ceilings for over four years now. It's a real PITA to live in half a house and have your sewing projects strewn about virtually every room. And that's literally the case. My sewing table is in the living room and there are fabric bolts in the bedroom,


(That's a 60 yard roll of very soft polar fleece. And below are bolts of upholstery fabrics.)


cotton print bolts in my treatment room,



on the stairs,



miscellaneous stuff in the dining room . . .





and that's just the stuff that I'm currently working with or plan to, soon. The only rooms that don't have any sewing items are the kitchen and the bathroom. There's also a mini Joann Fabrics store in my attic, and I still have about eleven crates of finished items in the still-in construction-stage sewing room.


When I first moved into this house about 11 years ago, I only used the second floor rooms for storage. Years later when I got married, we made the downstairs room I was sewing in into an office for the both of us and moved my sewing and cutting tables upstairs. But that presented me with a problem. The upstairs rooms did not have air conditioning. They were unusable during the 100+ temps in the summer and autumn months. So in late 2003, we debated the merits of several plans to air condition the upstairs and finally decided on installing a central air and heating system in this 67 year old house. We planned on doing all of the HVAC installation ourselves.

Although Mr. Sprocket is an HVAC service technician with about 20 years experience in the field, he specializes in service for large complex commercial spaces with one or more 100 ton units on the roof of tall office buildings. Most people don't know that HVAC service is a specialized field. There are those who do installations (mostly grunt work) and there are those who finish a system install by starting up the system as well as service and troubleshoot complex systems. People who do installations rarely have the knowledge to do service and vice versa. This would be Mr. Sprocket's first residential install, with duct work and everything. Usually when he is involved in the install on a commercial building, it's at the end of the job when the unit is being craned onto the roof and he performs the system start up, which can take several days to do it properly.

In the first stages of planning this project, we were trying to think "where" we could put all my fabric and other stuff while we tore out the walls and ceilings in the upstairs rooms. I suggested putting a floor in our attic with a thin outdoor carpeting to make it easy to move around. Renting a storage space would have been a pain in the arse to have to go to, just to get my fabric. We had already spent months in our first floor attic installing insulation, rewiring the entire house and upgrading the electrical box to something that wouldn't be such a fire hazard. So installing a floor and lighting in there was like, Wow, we should have done that sooner!

We started our HVAC project in May of 2004, and exactly two years later, the city signed off on the building permit, the electrical system upgrades we did ourselves as well as the new tankless water heating system, which was also installed on the roof. (That's a story for another day!) I now know how to properly wrap metal ductwork with insulation, since I wrapped virtually every metal duct box myself and the many branching "T-Y's" but I don't think this is a skill I'm going to be using anytime soon. It is almost two years since the system was installed, yet, there are no walls or ceilings upstairs and I'm still sewing in my living room.

But back to that fabric store in my attic. Here is a photo of the main attic space soon after we finished the attic duct work and before we removed our tools and left over insulation:



As you can see, we raised the cross beams by replacing them with metal strut at a higher level so it would be easier to crawl around. Here are some photos I took today of the Joann Fabric Store in my attic. This first one is the entrance to the first floor attic. It's through a closet off the smaller second floor room.



And here's a view of the attic as it looks now, just as you enter:



On the left near the entrance are boxes full of wilderness and western print bolts for the Buffalo store:



In the middle left, just beyond the two crates of eyelet, blackout material and scrap flannel, are my bolts of Asian prints. There is another row of boxes behind the ones you see in the photo.



And in the far left are eleven boxes of flannel bolts, all organized by type of print:



Off to the far right are about twelve crates of upholstery and tapestry fabrics as well as scrap panne:



On the right side of the attic near the entrance are six crates of small cotton pieces (2 yards or less) and Christmas fabrics. Farther down beyond the crates are four boxes filled with different colored bolts of panne and two boxes filled with rolls of the Asian silks.


One of these days I hope to have a finished sewing room, with special cabinets along several walls to hold all my cotton and flannel fabrics. Until then, I will have to keep my mini store in the attic!