Is there a special place in your heart for the fashions of your early childhood? Do you hark after a pair of loon pants, a granny square waistcoat, a ra-ra skirt? I have a theory you see. It’s this. If you were too young to sport the adult fashions of the time they will forever… Continue reading Reverse Nasturtium
Is this cheating? Is this the sewing equivalent of a packet of cake mix? I’m going out on a limb here, I say not. I say that there is still room for a pinch of the personal, a dash of the different, a hint of the handmade. What am I talking about? My present to… Continue reading Not one for the purists
As the lawn dries, cracks and slides inexorably from ‘Centre Court on Men’s Final Day’ to ‘Summer of ’76’ I find myself in need of verdant shades. Enter stage left, an elderly bit player: Something ready-to-wear which to the faint-hearted may seem beyond redemption, but I say cut her down from the gallows, furnish her… Continue reading This precious stone set in the silver sea
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