We’re only half way through the summer holidays and I’m already talking about going back to school, shame on me. It’s like using the ‘C’ word in July, it’s just wrong. Would you believe the Christmas shop in Selfridges is already open. Oh no! sorry, sorry, I used the ‘C’ word in August. Please for give me. Continue reading
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
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.
A paper bag skirt was the first skirt I ever made for Scout. But sadly it has become too small for social etiquette. She wanted me to make her another one, but she was adamant that she didn’t want the single strap this time. I tried to tell explain to her that it was cool and quirky, but she looked at me in a way that suggested I had no idea what cool was. Continue reading