Thursday, April 8, 2010
Startlingly, (well, I’m startled), I’m not waffling about with wool or the knitty thing. Last night, on a whim (and prayer), I blew the dust off the sewing machine.
Once the dust-fuelled coughing fit had subsided, I set to making myself a skirt. It’s the best fitting skirt I’ve made to date. No doubt because I didn’t skip the fiddly bits. Which is why I was still faffing long past the Cinderella hour.
Vaguely reminiscent of a New Look pattern, I tweaked to the moon and back, (it took that long), so that it fits a vertically challenged, curvy, real-life type as opposed to the seven foot, willowy, illustrated model version on the packaging. Note to self: grow willowy, or be wary of clothes patterns that look fab on seven foot illustrated model types with unnervingly small, wrist-width waists.
As the clock tocked past a small hour, I arrived at the exciting bit: a skirty blank canvas of infinite possibility. And whaddayaknow? I’m back thinking knitty...
Pockets nicked from my one copy of Ottobre (2/2010) with some finest Cookie fabric detail, if only on the inside of the pocket flap? I know I would take great pleasure knowing the details were there – and would use pockets frequently – with flourish. Although I could see why that could be unnerving to those not in the know.
Or crocheted bakers twine somethings?
Or a tangle of wool?
It was the kind of hour when bad ideas seem like brilliant ideas. I knew this, adopted a whole different personality type and resisted. Instead I began a discreet(er), embroidered ‘tangle of wool’.
With tired eyebags somewhere around my knees and without any stabiliser whatsit stuff lying around, I still just had to go and give it a whirl...
...when what I should have done, was go to bed.
So I’m sleeping on it.
Go find Kirsty, (apparently with her feet up – pah!), to see what else is happening in the crafty, bloggy world...