If you work in the drapery, soft furnishings, and/or upholstery trade, chances are you know of Ceil DiGuglielmo. In addition to running her own homebased drapery and soft furnishings business, Sew Much More Custom Sewing in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, Ceil supports and assists workroom technicians through multiple avenues: The popular Sew Much More podcast featuring personal interviews with tradespeople, Sew Much More: 30 Minutes with Workroom Tech, an on-air  collaboration with Susan Woodcock that offers an array workroom tips and advice; the Sew Much More Opportunity Thinking Series of podcasts highlighting personal innovations that make work life easier for us all; the Curtains and Soft Furnishings Resource Library (CSFRL), a multi-media clearing house for trade related information and educational materials, and the Drapery and Digital Design Digest, an on-line magazine catering to home décor professionals and enthusiasts.

​One day in August, I was in my workroom prepping my machine. As I adjusted my lamp to thread the needle, Ceil DiGuglielmo began her fifth anniversary podcast. She talked about being astounded by the opportunities the podcast has brought her, about fear being her constant companion, and about learning to ask for help...

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I received this terrific C.S. Osborne welt ruler as a  gift from someone who notices details – like the conspicuous absence of a metal welt stick among the hodgepodge of measuring and straight edge devices in my upholstery process photos. It’s high time I own this implement common, for good reason, to just about any upholstery shop. So important to accurate measurement, clean edges and super-straight lines. Though I’d thought about it often, I never made the move to buy one because – well, because of my devotion to a beat-up wooden yard stick. The one in the center. The one my mom used to measure my height from the time I was old enough to stand. Throughout my childhood, any time anything – large or small – needed measuring, Mom would call out, “Get the yard stick!” My sisters and I always knew where to find it, propped in the closet or laundry room and ever ready for service. I still love the look of it and the feel of it in my hands, its edges worn too soft to support a crisp clean line, but the letters on its surface still just visible enough to whisper the name of my grandpa’s shop.

Grandpa was extraordinary. As a medic in World War II, he earned a medal for rescuing and ministering to fellow soldiers behind enemy lines and, though he declined to speak much of it, he was among the troops who liberated Dachau. Back in the States, he became a funeral director, but he also owned and ran the ambulance company serving his own and multiple surrounding towns. In any given day, he both saved lives and, with steady kindness, guided and comforted people whose loved ones had succumbed to death.

On call, each day and at all hours, Grandpa was rarely without a cup of coffee in front of him. When I was very young, he often held me on his lap, careful to place his cigar into an ash tray beyond my reach. Then, he’d slip me scant teaspoons of sweet creamy coffee from his cup and whisper Don’t tell your mother. Behind us, a police radio crackled prepared to give notice of car and farm accidents and other grave misfortunes. The radio was located in the kitchen which was adjacent to my grandparents’ bedroom – so they could hear it every minute of the day and night. Periodically, voices would emerge through the static. Grandma would stop what she was doing, take up the phone and calmly write down information as Grandpa rose from the table and grabbed his ambulance jacket, an urgent siren soon signaling his departure. Alternately, a soft bell would chime in the house and Grandpa would pull on his other coat, his suit coat, and head to the chapel - which was (and still is) attached to the house - to greet and console mourners arriving for visitation before a funeral. And when he wasn’t doing all that, Grandpa was forever building things and fixing things. All kinds of things. As incredible as it seems with all he had going on, Grandpa also owned the local hardware store - and it was full of such cool stuff. I loved to see him there behind the counter in his work pants and suspenders, cap perched on his head, smiling

My grandparents sold the hardware store while I was still young and, eventually, passed the ambulance company and funeral home on to my uncle and aunt who moved into the attached home with their own family. Grandpa didn’t go far, though. He built a small apartment for himself and Grandma directly beneath the ambulance garage on the same property where they would hear, every day from above, the familiar sounds of the vehicles growling to life and pulling out, sirens blaring. To this day, I don’t know how Grandpa managed to wear so many hats. He was father to seven children and a big presence in the lives my sisters, myself, and our many cousins. He mended bones and grieving hearts in equal measure and, in the time remaining, mended whatever was broken in the house. Utterly capable, he was a man of great character, with a soft slow way of talking and a rumbly laugh often followed by the trailing exclamation, “Welllll….”

I’m pretty good with words, but there are no words to adequately convey my awe of, and admiration for, my grandpa. I think if he saw me now with my rough and bloodied hands - pulling staples, hammering away and, occasionally, revving up the old circular saw - he’d laugh that laugh and say “Welllll…I’ll be!” And he wouldn’t mind that metal welt stick nudging up against the old yard stick by the work bench. No doubt, he’d want me to use the right tool for the job.

Cynthia Bleskachek doesn’t just think outside the box. She takes the box apart and does origami with it.
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Let’s start there. With the box. I’m referring here not to the art of upholstery which, as Cynthia points out, always involves out-of-the box thinking. Because each piece is different, upholsterers are naturally nimble problem solvers when it comes to repairing and transforming furniture. The box in which we find ourselves trapped, as Cynthia sees it, is our industry structure (or “shared infrastructure”) which has become disjointed and dysfunctional, leaving gaping pot holes on the path to success and security for current and future generations of would-be upholsterers...

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​Sewing is all about connection, about binding pieces together to make a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts. As I listen to Susan Woodcock, owner of The Custom Workroom Training Center (a.k.a. Workroom Tech) in North Carolina, tell her story, it is clear that she was born to sew...
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This is a story of promise.
Glenn Quezada has an artist’s eye and heart. An artist’s hands. They probably look like his father’s hands, and his uncle’s, and his cousins’ and brothers’ - all of them upholsterers in Honduras and the United States...

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