Don’t you just love*/hate* it when things that you have painstakingly fashioned for yourself look much better on someone else? No? Yes? Well, when that someone else is the youngest female member of our clan, it’s all good here. No, not that female family member. Although, she does think that fur is for her. Last… Continue reading As well as feathers, my jungle has fur.
I’ve made something a bit twee you see. I could be more detailed with regards the garment construction but basically it’s a circle skirt. I have to put the blame fairly and squarely on the shoulders of Margaret McCrirrick. In her book Better Dressmaking, she blithely tells me that one of the few things that you can… Continue reading Makes me want to nip behind the bike sheds
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
Oh so pensive. In a dress that fails because it’s unlined, exposes too much middle aged back and is too narrow at the hem to allow me to vault anything other than the squattest of walls. One never knows when the need to vault might arise. As the material might just be my most favourite… Continue reading Make or Mend Monday – Summer Blooms
Well it is very late into Me Made May 13. A much-loved but elderly hat . My MMMay13 Makeover Pledge. A needle, some thread, me reading specs and the late-night-light of an angle poise lamp. Et voilà! There are a few more sun-drenched afternoons in the old girl after all. She might be slightly… Continue reading clutching at straws
Episode IV There is NO Hope A long time ago in a haberdashery far, far away…. It is a period of No Hope. Renegade garments, striking from a hidden drawer, have won their first victory against the whimpering seamstress. Yes, yes, you’re right. It’s a bit of an obvious frame for this, the Fourth chapter,… Continue reading A long time ago in a haberdashery far, far away….
I am an emotional worker of wovens. I will not use the word sewer, the fact that it is a homograph for sewer makes me want to leap into the main drain with the effluent. Needlewoman I could do but I’m not sure that drawing attention to my gender is necessary. Anyway, fickle and flightly… Continue reading I don’t mind nerd but I do mind dork or MMMay13 Makeover Magic – Chapter Two