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“A moment spent in wonder is worth a lifetime spent in awe.”

 

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  • Anne Sorry to hear you haven't been well but it does sound like you've had a festive week. I love your homemade Christmas jumper, it's so... 15 Dec
  • Kim Carberry Ahh! It sounds like a very festive week for you! My girl is reading in the carol concert at the church and I can't wait.... 15 Dec
  • mummy here and here Awww you must be so proud of your son, well done! Bath abbey is beautiful place to walk around! Have a fab weekend X #wotw 15 Dec
  • Debbie Hi Cheryl, you backtracked brilliantly! I love the fact you kept the chocolate inserts from other calendars. My two lumps still have an Advent calendar,... 15 Dec
  • Angela Webster There's barely a minute to take a breath in December is there ! The homemade jumper is fantastic. My two still have a full week... 15 Dec
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Debs Random Writings

sewing

The first dress I ever made

I made this outfit so long ago, I barely recognize it as one of my creations. Except I did. I really did. I remember sitting and working on it for hours. This must be the first dress I ever made that didn’t fall to pieces as soon as I tried to fit it on.

I was 10 years old, or there abouts. Certainly no older than 11. Even at that age, I loved to sew. I didn’t play with dolls much. I never saw the point in dressing them up, only to undress them 10 seconds later. It irritated me. Still does.

No. Bizarrely, I was probably showing signs of being a designer, except I didn’t think in those terms. A doll to me was a model for whatever I chose to sew.

I won the Sindy doll. It was the Queen’s Silver Jubilee in 1977, and our neighbourhood had come together to celebrate. An adult had printed out beautiful invites for all the children and we were invited to a tea party on the green. There was a fancy dress competition and I won as the Queen of the Daisies. Although, someone else must have added the “Queen” part as I remember it being a surprise to me, when I was called forward as the winner. My prize was the Sindy doll. A photographer captured the moment for next week’s paper. I have the newspaper cutting somewhere.

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English Garden Blouse – McCalls M7094

I’ve finished my latest sewing project. A blouse, this time.

After sewing so many dresses this summer, I needed a new challenge. Also, I needed a blouse. I can easily get stuck in a rut, if I’m not careful. Dresses may be one thing but, I tend to opt for sewing with cotton, especially poplin. It behaves and is easy to sew, but it doesn’t drape effortlessly and it needs ironing. I’m not an ironer.
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The nice-day-for-fish dress

When I asked the family when they could see me wearing my latest handmade dress, there seemed to be a consensus. On the whole. Not shopping. Maybe not to work. Not too formal an occasion. To a gallery or theatre trip, perhaps. A restaurant. Especially a fish restaurant. (I love fish) To an event.

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