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
There’s something wonderfully egalitarian about jim jams. Of an evening I bet even The Queen can be found padding about her palaces in slouchy pants and novelty slippers. Admittedly her trews are likely fashioned from Royal Stewart Tartan and her slippers are monster feet with claws of real gold. I wonder if Her Majesty has… Continue reading In praise of pyjamas.
but there are other ways for me to show you that I love you. Admittedly, I almost never choose the medium of naked interpretive dance. Predominantly and very predictably given the nature of this blog, I choose the medium of cloth and yarn. Image Source Thanks nice neighbour T for posting this on Facebook. Can… Continue reading You can’t always come into my hamster ball…
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….
is worth two on the skirt? A mellifluous addition to Me Made May, those birds have the most enchanting singing voices. The story of this skirt was very almost a Cautionary Tale. For why? I hear you ask. Well, you see those gert great Dahlia blooms? I had to be very careful where I placed… Continue reading A bird in the hand
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
Trousers of Denim Diagnosis She be perfick Fit issues Style issues Un-recoverable Treatment An hour with the beauty therapist Day patient treatment Day surgery Radical surgery Outcome Perfect for radio Reality TV beckons Soap Stardom Film Stardom Obligatory Sewing Error – zip length miscalculation, zip underlap mess. Sewing Insight? You need a lot of height at the… Continue reading MMMay13 Makeover Magic – Chapter One
Lets play word association shall we? “Stretch fabrics.” “It’s the 1980s, my wardrobe is that of a radical undertaker: Black stretchy leggings and over-sized t-shirts that demand you SAVE OUR SEAS or join THE EIGHT LEGGED GROOVE MACHINE. I have terrible hair.” “Pants and vest.” “PE. Track briefs. Forgetting your stuff. Track briefs. Cross-Country in… Continue reading Dr. Stretchlove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Jersey
As in *sharp intake of breath from car trade professional* “Yeah love, the trouble is you see, your Big End ‘az gawn.” The diagnosis of doom for any beloved ancient auto. And whilst I have very recently had to trade in a venerable vehicle, it is not of cars that I speak. I speak of… Continue reading Big Ends and Red Noses
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