I have a friend who copies me even to the point of ordering the same food at a restaurant. Every. Single. Time. I find myself purposely not showing her things or telling her where I get things from for fear that moments later she’ll be Googling and adding to basket. I don’t feel flattered, I feel irritated. She’s a chronic copy cat, infringing on my self expression, it’s a form of identity theft but without the consequences.
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
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
Have you noticed an increase in people wearing activewear in Sainsbury’s, on the Underground, collecting kids from school… pretty much anywhere. And none of them have actually been to or are even thinking about going to the gym or doing any form of workout whatsoever.
It’s a weird trend that’s happening, people wearing running tights and trainers as general attire to do everyday mundane things. Continue reading
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.
So when I received my navy Denim College+ from Nosh (and was as tempted as ever to keep it for myself), I generously offered to make her Balloon Fold Dress out of it.
Nosh fabric never disappoints on quality, it’s a treat to sew with. But there was a minor problem.