My sewing and crafting mojo left me. No notice. No “if you please”. It just went. For someone who plays fantasy sewing projects in her head when separated from her sewing room, this can be devasting. Imagine writer’s block, but with fabric. Fabric calls to you. Inspiring you to make it into all sorts of gorgeous somethings. With my mojo gone, it was silent. To make matters worse, it was December. December! Running up to gift giving time. Oh. Too. Cruel.
There was one project that I could not let slip. I had planned it in November. Let me set the scene. On Christmas Eve, the children each receive a new pair of pyjamas, a book and a special hot choc. It’s a gentle and calm way to settle them down, before heading to bed, on a night heightened with excitment. Admittedly, they’ve all reached the stage where they no longer find it difficult to slip off to sleep, but it’s a tradition and no one is ready to let go of it.
One day, I will manage to make all three of them pjs, ready to gift on Christmas Eve, but this was not the year. I was thrilled to find the Little Bear pjs, from Next. I added the three children size sets to my basket. Punched the sky and knew I was winning at this parenting thing, if only momentarily.
Then, I spotted the grown-up versions. A Daddy and Mummy Bear version. Should I? I wasn’t sure I could commit to a full on family look, but I was sorely tempted. Although without a dog version on offer, it was always going to be a compromise. Half complete. I mean, she would have stood out. Continue reading
(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. Continue reading
Yesterday, the sun was streaming through my sewing room’s windows and for the first time this year, I felt the call to do a bit of dressmaking. My sewing room is the old wash house. We did it up a few years back, but it’s not the cosiest room, so the sun makes all the difference at this time of year.
I cut out a pair of pyjama bottoms for my husband, a couple of weeks ago. Ready for his birthday. I missed the deadline, but only by a few days. He doesn’t mind. My husband is a patient man. Continue reading