Last year I went to Paris to meet 13 strangers. This year some of those ‘strangers’ (plus some extra strangers) came to London. And can you believe, like a naive teenager I let two of those strangers stay at my house. And that was after explaining ‘stranger danger’ to my 8 year old. Continue reading
So I made myself some harem pants, I wore them immediately. Flattering, I’m not sure. Comfortable, hell yes. I took them on a test drive (to my mum’s house). “What are you wearing?” she says. Not to be confused with “What are you wearing?” Stress being on the ‘are’. Continue reading
I’m the one that still makes clothes for a daughter, who really doesn’t need any more clothes.
No matter how hard I try, clothes are unwilling to hang in a nice neat fashion in her wardrobe because they are competing for space. But just one more top won’t make much of a difference, will it?
My daughter doesn’t always like what I make for her these days, but if I remember comfort comes first and blue comes second then I’m half way to winning her over.
She requested (erm! last year) that I make her a Balloon Fold Dress. She doesn’t request much by way of clothes, she takes it for granted that she’ll wake up in the morning and every now and then they’ll be something new hanging in her room waiting for her.
Nosh fabric never disappoints on quality, it’s a treat to sew with. But there was a minor problem.