I may be speeding up with my sewing projects. It took me a week of squeezing an hour, here and there, in at the evenings and weekends. Going from the cutting out stage to wearing, in a trice. Of course, in that time, the weather has changed from glorious summer-dress-wearing to refreshingly showery, but I’m not blaming my dress. The sun will come out again. I will be ready.
I picked up the pattern from a charity shop. Peering in the envelope, I could see it was already cut out and fortunately, it seemed to be in my size. I then had a quandry. Do I pull out all the piece and start arranging them on the shop floor, to check if they are there, or cross my fingers and hope all the pieces were included? Not surprisingly, I went for the latter. It was only 50p and for a good cause, so no great loss if I got it wrong.
The fabric is from a local shop. I bought it on a whim. I knew most of my dress patterns used about 3 metres. I’d figure out what to use it for later. Then I got home and pondered whether it would suit being a dress. It is a very busy print. The fabric sat in my cupboard for a few years. Beautiful and soft.
Last weekend, I tidied my sewing area. With the beautiful hot weather we were having, I needed a summer dress and I knew I’d stumble across a solution, while I sorted. And there was the fabric again. And the pattern too. Once decided, the dress was soon cut out. All the paper pieces were there and, somehow, being already cut out, it made it easier to get going on the project.
The bodice took longest and I was pleased at how well I put the collar together. It wasn’t until I tried it on, that I realised the collar looked awful on me. As a blouse it would have worked. As a dress, it made me feel like my grandmother. It wasn’t me So the collar went.
I suit a v neck. I already knew that.
Anyway. I’m pleased with my new dress. It is loose and perfect for hot, sticky summer days. The fabric is floaty and it’s easy to move in. I almost forget I’m wearing it. A nice change from my usual poplin cotton, which tends to be noisy and stiffer. I might drop the hem a little, after seeing these photos, but apart from that, I’m happy.
I used three buttons from my stash. Strangely, each of the children individually picked out the same buttons from my tin. I knew they were the right ones!
I sewed this dress using my old hand cranked Singer machine. It is a dream, especially with the top stitching. Although next time, I might use my electric machine for the long seams. They seemed to take ages. Yawn. All french seams as the fabric is thin and prone to fraying. The other neatening and button holes I did by hand.
Almost forgot to say, thank you to middle daughter for taking the photos.
Right. On to the next sewing project. Might even go for another summer dress. Scissors at the ready!
Last week of term. Phew. It feels like we are squeezing everything into it.
The Teen for one is chasing forms for her DofE, and also work experience, ready for after the break. Qualifying to go on to the next stages. I think it’s been an eye opener for her. There is no let up with homework. She is discovering that each teacher seems to believe that their subject is the only one on her timetable. A concept most students will probably sympathesize with. I found her up at 6 this morning finishing her art, that she was working on the night before.
I’ve been squeezing in time to work on my new summer dress. I’ve broken the process down into elephant bites. Doing one bite every evening.
(collar and both sleeves are now attached.)
The bodice is complete, except for buttons and buttonholes. I’m loving the fabric. So soft. I’ve tried it on a few times to check the fitting and I’ve not had to squeeze into it. A good thing for a garment intended for summer days.
I’ve squeezed in time to plant the sweetcorn and half of the squash plants. I’m using the three sister planting method again – sweetcorn, squash and bean. They did really well last year. I have noticed that I can plant the sweetcorn slightly closer using this method and the deep bed. I’ve squeezed 72 sweetcorns in, which even I am thinking may be over the top.
I may yet be dressing the children in dungarees and straw hats, ready to man the stall at the end of our drive.
Salad beds are doing well. Spotted the beetroot coming up that I planted just over a week ago. During the day, I grab five minutes and a cup of elderflower tea, to hand weed an area. Amazing how much I can clear in that time.
When next door’s builders moved my compost bins, they must have muddled up the composts. As a result, I now have a sea of tomato plants making a bid to take over one of the salad beds. Seeds from my passata making last year. I’ve never seen so many tomato seedlings. I can’t squeeze them in, so back to the compost for them.
Along with our resident slow worms. To be admired for their slug eating habit.
I did notice another slug eating friend in among the squash plants. When I planted the spaghetti squash, I sunk the empty pots into the ground beside each plant. Makes it easier to drench the plants, without wasting the water. As I poured water into one pot, last night, a toad popped up. Squeezing through the drainage holes in the bottom. It swam around in the water for a bit, until the water drained through and then it squeezed back down through the holes. Not a bad place for a toad to make its home, I think.
We have a lot of toads in our garden.
And slow worms, which are not really slow.
My theme this week has turned out to be squeeze. With the horrendous attack in Manchester this week, I’ve found myself hugging the children even more. We both have. I don’t think they minded the extra squeezing. Just want to hold them that little bit closer.
Now to squeeze in the rest of my work before end of school and half term begins!
(snail crossing finishing line)
When all said and done, my family are good sports. There is an understanding that when I offer to sew or knit them something, they won’t be able to call it truly theirs. Not until they’ve modelled said article for
at least a hundred a few photos.
It’s part of the deal.
My latest sewing project has taken a few months. Not due to the complexity, but other activities, and life in general, have shouted louder. Progress has been snail pace. I’m there now. Like my shelled friend above, the finishing line has been crossed.
Fortunately, my husband is a patient man. Some where back in the decades that we’ve been together, he decided that my indonesian chicken and ability to make comfy pyjamas, were worth waiting for. It may take time for me to get round to either, but eventually, the day cycles round again. Never on the same day. That would be a wish too far.
I’m not sure I can say much more about this pair of pyjamas than I’ve said for the blue version or the polar bear ones. Although I did remember to cut the legs so the pattern matches this time. Unlike the blue pair.
McCalls 4244. Four pieces of fabric make up the legs and four pieces for the pockets. I used french seams, to hide the raw edges and to avoid a rigid seam. Both potentially uncomfortable as you try to drift off.
The fabric was from our local craft shop. Soft, but liable to fray. Costing it out, I still believe it’s cheaper to make than hunt for similar in the shops. Sometimes a sewing pattern can’t be improved on.
I have to include this photo. I was snapping these as my multi-tasking model made breakfast. The children couldn’t resist adding comments. They decided this one made him look like Dr Who starting to regenerate. What can I say? I have a household of Whovians.
Trousers done. Let’s not dwell on the time it’s taken. They are all yours now, husband of mine. Indonesian chicken? Maybe. Sometime soon. Oh you know. Best not to hurry these things.