It’s got to that point now where I can’t choose Darcy’s clothes for her any more. At all. She has to be involved in the making process all the way. From choosing the fabric, to choosing the pattern to choosing the detail, the length. EVERYTHING. It’s a pain because it takes longer. But in the long run at least I know she’ll wear what I make her. Well actually, not always. Arrrgggh! It’s not easy having a 9 year old with an opinion*. Continue reading
I feel proud and smug at the same time if it’s something I’ve made. It’s much more of a compliment than “Did you make that?”.
Last week whilst out with my girls a lady stopped us, “They look lovely, in their matching outfits” she said nodding towards my girls.
“Thank you” I replied, resisting the urge to splurt out ‘I made their clothes’.
I’m not like my mum, my mum looks about 20 years younger than she actually is. She always has done, well not before she was 40, that would be weird. But at any opportunity (or even when there isn’t an opportunity) she mentions her age. If fishing for compliments were an Olympic event, she’d win the gold medal. Continue reading
My daughter has an insane obsession with swimming hats (yes swimming hats). She’s had a thing about them since she was 2. It’s the texture. “I like smooth things,” she says. Plastic pencil cases come a close second but swimming hats are her absolute favourite ‘smooth thing’. Continue reading
Sometimes I go to bed with creative thoughts and ideas that bother me, things that I can’t quite work out, things that I’m not too sure about. Obstacles. But by the morning I have ideas, I find solutions. That’s the power of sleep. Sleep is where I find my inspiration.
When I first started my Little Sewing Challenge, I never in my wildest dreams thought that I’d end up making swimwear. I had a list of things that I was definitely not going to make: underwear, socks, plain t-shirts, a winter coat, school uniform and swimwear.