Monday, April 19, 2010
I’ve been at sixes and sevens over the last few days but today I stopped beating about the bush and Embraced the Grump. Which means I’ve had to pay a visit out to the shed to make profuse and grovelling apologies. Now that the penny has dropped and the Mr knows it’s the annual case of the birthday blues, he’s more terrified than ever and ready to head for the hills. Who can blame the poor soul? I’m ready to head for the hills. For a pending, innocuous, sort of birthday (nothing with a zero on the end), you’d think I could get a grip, get over the Woe Is Me (is that what it is exactly?) and get planning celebratory stuff. Humpfh. I’d rather skirt around the issue.
Starlet Refashion Queen, Gina, long ago flung a thrifted find in my direction, no doubt with her usual airy ‘See what you can do with this’. A warm and woolly skirt, in excellent nick, but prior to refashioning, weirdly, waywardly, hemmed on the skew, at mid calf level with a startling sort of flair-thing. The rule that short people should never wear weirdly, waywardly, hemmed on the skew, mid-calf length, startling flared-things, dictated the lopping off of great bits, from here and there. A streamlined, a-line version emerged and there’s no point denying it, I appear to be crafting myself a skirty winter uniform.
I thought I’d give the mystery that is appliqué, a whirl. With scraplets of Liberty loveliness, some paper-backed fusible webbing, an open-toed foot (nothing to do with dancing shoes or birthday parties but certainly a handy thing to have around for machine appliqué-ing), I threw on a few dots. Then I freewheeled the embroidered bit, with a vague plan in mind and kept going until Tess of the D’Urbervilles ended in inevitable tragedy, I shed emphatic tears and bleary-eyed, ouchily stuck a needle up the side of my thumbnail.
It’s now a comfy, particularly warm skirt (27 degrees celsius at time of modelling), and more interesting than how it started. Which isn’t a bad conclusion to come to, given the current state of Doom and Gloom.
As an altogether unrelated, non-doom-and-gloom aside, there is a voluminous fur-do/hair-do look happening chez Myrtle and Eunice...
1. The resident Hair Bear, loving autumn-back-to-the-beach:
2. Scary Hair Kid (also showing evidence of inheritance of unfortunate, red-after-exercise gene. My heartiest apologies, darling):
3. Scarier Hair Kid:
And, finally, conclusive evidence the swap ‘tattoo’ made it into a pincushion:
I beat the post office, close of business deadline, with a generous seven minutes to spare.