Monday, July 21st, 2014
I guess you could say I came late to sewing. Still not sure if it some kind of mid-life crisis. Not even sure if women have mid-life crisisessss (what is the plural of crisis? Am I rambling already? This is only the second post). Men have it easy. Grow a ponytail, buy a motorbike and run off with their secretary. I’ve already got a motorbike, had more hairstyles than I can remember and the closest thing I have to a secretary is my Heinz 57 terrier.
Anyhow, focus Julie. It started with a colleague where I used to work about four years ago- we made a best selling horse magazine together. The secret equine crafting society. Before I knew it there was bunting and then place mats and then we were heading to Nottingham to buy a secondhand 1960s Bernina sewing machine.
The Bernina went a year ago, replaced by something with less character but a lot more ability. And we’ve moved – we now live in a small (make that tiny) market town, which is good in some ways (no chain stores, lots of character, definition of a crime wave is when two people start to cross while the green man is flashing), but not so good in others (40 minute bus ride to buy a bra, or a football, or any clothes suitable for the living). Which means that making my own clothes has become more of a necessity than a hobby.
So far my approach has been to find a pattern that I like (there’s one particular skirt that I really like – watch out for that in a future post) and make it in several different fabrics. So far it’s worked a treat – who needs the high street anyway?
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