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
When my delicious Stretch College Stripe arrived in the post from Nosh, Darcy made all the same sounds as I did after stroking it affectionately and holding it against her cheeks. (Come on, I know you do that too.) It reminded us of soft, smooth, sweet ice cream (only warmer).
I had just one dress in mind; the Cocoon Dress. Scout has one already, now one for Darcy. Darcy didn’t want the shoulder frills. ‘Say what!’ A Cocoon Dress without shoulder frills is like cake without icing. OK, just as lovely but a little less sweet. Fine! Continue reading
Sometime I use a pattern just once and never to use it again. In fact I do that a lot because I have so many patterns if I stick to the same one I’ll never get through the rest. But some patterns demand you make another and another and another. Continue reading
Over twenty years ago, I gave my sister a gorgeous yellow and black, retro style Adidas bowling bag for her birthday. The moment I saw it, I knew it would be the perfect present for her. It was 100% her style and I knew she would absolutely love it. She still has the bag today, but do you know what? She has never used it. Continue reading
Do you remember 1975?
Think Rubiks’s cubes, mood rings, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. It was the year Margaret Thatcher was elected to lead Britain’s Conservative Party. We didn’t wear seat belts in the car, microwave ovens were all the rage, Dymo label makers were popular and we were excited to know which shape window we were going to look through in Play School.
Today we are going ‘a stitch back in time’, to when tops were tight, collars were big, trousers were high and bottoms were flared. Come along and groovy on down.