Cover your ears, lads Jon warned the cats on Saturday morning, The swearing is about to start! The cheek! All because I'd told him that I was off to do some sewing. With a weekend off and after a fruitless search for flights to India, I decided to make something....or, as it turned out, some things. As my fabric stash was mostly crammed with pieces too small to make anything significant out of, I decided to chop up the lot and make a new bed cover because, as you well know, our house is lacking in patchwork.
Once it was on the bed the bolster covers I made six years earlier looked a bit shoddy so I knocked up some new covers with the leftovers, trimming them with pom poms, obviously!
Those Victorian ladies used to spend years making patchwork quilts, this Victoria took six hours. No fiddly little hexagons or elaborate designs for me, I'm all about the big and the bold and I use a shoe box as a template. Of course the women back then made quilts to hand down to future generations but, as I've no plans to reproduce, as long as it keeps us warm for the next few years it's good enough for me.
I snaffled this 1960s pattern on eBay for a Buy-it-Now price of £2 last week and it was arrived on Saturday morning. I know what fabric I'm going to make it up in (I think this might be the first time in my life of sewing that I'm actually going to buy some brand new) but the market stall that sells it is only in Walsall on a Monday.
After finishing my cushion covers I was so gripped by Cerys Matthews' live broadcast from Orkney Library (listen to it here, it's an absolute joy) that I thought I'd stay in my sewing room and do a dummy run of the culotte dress with the one remaining piece of fabric in my stash, some East African waxed cotton (made in Tanzania) I'd bought from the "Everything ONE POUND" stall on the market in the Summer.
I'm glad I did, despite the pattern being for a 32.5" bust the boobs ended up massive and needed an extra dart. I'd hate to spend £10 on fabric only to bugger it up.
I just need to add a fake fur coat, gloves and a massive hat and I'm ready for a session in Wetherspoons. I know that we had the weekend off but I've got to pop down to the market and I think we need to celebrate finally shaking off the cold that's plagued us for almost a month. I wonder if I'll be able to top the chat-up line from last time, uttered by a chap celebrating his 80th birthday.....You're not like the other Walsall girls, you haven't got a massively fat belly.....how lovely!
Jon needn't have worried, despite breaking four needles and the boob mishap there was hardly any swearing at all. I'm such a lady!
See you soon.
See you soon.