Born Of Frustration

I'm not one to take to Facebook and moan if things aren't going my way, I prefer to vent my frustrations less publicly, on something inanimate, like this defenceless '60s tablecloth that got battered into submission after we missed out on Glasto tickets yesterday morning.

It's been in my fabric stash for months, originally with plans to turn into something similar to the dress worn by my Mum (seen here holding my little brother) back in 1968.

 Sadly there wasn't enough of it to follow a pattern, so I made it up as I went along, hacking away at it with the pinking shears like it was the See Tickets website.

Unfortunately I got a bit carried away and ended up with something that was great until I made any attempt at movement. I don't have a problem with my arse but I'd rather not flash it to everyone in the Black Country. So, I rescued the scraps from the bin and codged something up, saving myself a return visit to the Rag Market for some massive kidney gripper knickers (Curtise's suggestion to preserve my modesty).

The join isn't that bad, I've seen worse made stuff on the high street.

No wonder I was originally drawn to it, the curtains in our childhood home were almost identical.

There's nothing like channelling your negative energy into creating something good. 

I was out dead-heading, weeding and watering my plants at 6am after a sleepless night worrying about a sick cat (he's a little better this morning),

  ...and all kinds of stuff get whipped up in the kitchen, too.

Saturday afternoon spent making chutney was a welcome diversion after visiting my Dementia-addled Dad.

Vintage Kilner jars (car boot sale) and 1960s Worcester Ware tray (Jumble sale), tomatoes from a friend's allotment, apples scrumped from a house nearby, recipe from HERE

So next time you feel a whinge coming on, step away from the internet and do something constructive (Gawd, don't I sound like a nagging parent?), even if all you achieve is a bum-baring frock at least your Facebook friends will thank you. 

1960s tablecloth shift worn with suede jerkin (£1, car boot sale, 2007), Tan leather boots by Bertie (£2, car boot sale back in the Summer), Silver breastplate (Xmas present, 2009)

No Glastonbury in 2014? Hardly bears thinking about, maybe we'll lucky with the resale next April, I'll just have to get that India flight sorted instead.

Linking to Patti and the rest of the gang over at Visible Monday.

See you soon.