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:

4. orange jumper

3. black shirt

2. purple pants

1. zebra scuba jacket