I sometimes wonder if I know myself at all. There’s a rhythm to my sewing productivity and I’m astounded that I have, until now, been so blissfully unaware of this that at the beginning of the year I made a pledge that involved a monthly sewing target. A monthly sewing target! I’m putting in a request to HR that the figure be annualised because, well, because I should have known better. Nothing gets made or blogged in the summer. There’s so much else to be done. The thrill and disappointment of the new raised beds: Will the rambunctious pumpkin/courgette-cross that has already escaped the confines of the bed make it to the end of the patio? Will I get more than 3 purple mangetout? Will the tomatoes ever ripen?
Then there’s the decorating. Sewing has to take a back seat when you’re convinced that the sills, soffits and fascia might part company with the rest of the building and the two teens request (quite sweetly actually) age-appropriate decor.
All of this is a very long way of introducing my latest vintage pledge. A seventies Style, number 1834.
(Nearly) view 4 in a fine, gauzy, (vintage?) fabric find. It’s a very simple raglan sleeved top. My sleeves don’t have much puff because I didn’t have enough fabric. I never have enough fabric. It’s not a tricky sew, apart from threading the neckline, which was tricky at the sleeve seams.
The matching beads were a late addition and please me way more than I think that they should. What also pleases me is that the fabric could have been fashioned from my palest pink, grown-from-seed-i’ll-have-you-know hollyhock. Look:
That’s it my lovelies, that was, and indeed still is, my fifth #vintagepledge. In reverse order the previous pledges were:
3. black shirt
2. purple pants