Monday, February 28, 2011
It’s probably because all three of my children have fallen about in horror and mortification, that I am uncharacteristically delighted to post an image of my not-as-perky-as-it-used-to-be rear end, wearing a craft camp finished object. I told you I had moved on from bosoms.
Jodie and Sooz plotted the Great Gocco Undie Print-Off and we were advised to bring designs and printables. I can assure you that I am not the only one gadding about in limited edition designer underwear today.
Over the top of my undies, I am also wearing another finished craft camp object – thanks to Nikki and her pattern and her enduring patience and invisible zip foot and overlocker. An a-line skirt, properly constructed and gosh, isn’t it amazing how comfy garments feel when they are made to measure and fit beautifully?
Thanks to Sooz and the other Nikki, I have also conquered a fear and dread of any fabric with ‘give’. Turns out I do have a stretchy stitch thing on my dodgy machine and remarkably the world did not implode when I used it. I suspect that this discovery has the potential to Change My World. Much like overlockers apparently do.
As intended, the quilt top happened and with a king size amount of relatively straight stitching and throwing bits together, I shall now need approximately twelve years of recovery time. The whole thing measures 2.2 metres by 2.4 metres and you’re looking at a 40 cm-ish area here. This is because I can not bring myself to clear the living room floor.
Most of it is texturally subtle,
(intentionally weirdly so)
and is about seventy per cent of what I had in my head. I am in need of therapeutic rocking in the corner while I gather the wherewithal and fresh eyeballs and the physical SPACE to fathom where it isn’t working. I agree, there is a distinct danger of ‘slow burn project’ about this one...
So after a craft camp filled with excellent company and fabulous food and learning and working-into-the-wee-hours-bad-influence (not looking at anyone in particular, no Maria, not you either), I was so knackered by Sunday I could not string any sentences together. But today I wear the afterglow of a weekend away with like-minded peeps and a very comfortable pair of underwear.
Thanks for having me girls.