Thursday, April 25, 2013

Said I'd make it. Butterick 4560

And the first toile turned out pretty good if I say so myself.  I have never really altered just part of a pattern to fit before so I am quite impressed with the fact that it actually worked.  I needed to lose an inch on the bust only.  For anyone that needs to know - to make a smaller bust adjustment when it's a raglan sleeve, curve off what you need to lose from the bust at the side front seam whilst taking the same measurement off the length on the front piece.  The neck actually fits as snug as in the illustrations but I like it slouchy anyway so I probably won't bother putting on that button at the back.
 I used some fine knitted cotton jersey that was going for a song on ebay but which is almost certainly going to disintegrate into unravelled threads the first time I wash it.  I need an overlocker.
In my dreams I want to find some slubby sweatshirt jersey and then dye the sleeves a contrast colour using found plant dyes from the garden or the kitchen.  It would also look rather lovely and neat in woven fabric - I may yet take it down longer into a dress.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Well now, here's something to think about.

Yes, I know.  This will be the third wedding dress - some would say I have a problem.  This is a beautiful dress that would do Modesty Blaise proud but there is just one problem.  Just the small matter of me having to redraft it to size and then actually sew it.  Pfff, I would say it looks within my reach.  I have a patternmaster in the post and have already earmarked some  fabric for the toile on ebay.  I love a project. 

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Come on Spring.

Sun and mountains

Sorry for the absence of posts but we have been a-visiting family in a one horse village in Snowdonia. Beach fired sausage sandwiches on a deserted sandy beach with a view of snow capped, sunny mountains. Heavenly. Followed by a little mountaineering. I think the people reaching the summit of the Arrdu with their laminated maps and poles had their sense of achievement a little crushed to find the half dressed family with a seven and four year old eating cupcakes already there. No mean feat for our youngest I might add. She did the whole thing minus a shoulder lift the last bit down. The moss covered garden is grotto like and the air as fresh as the water in the last photo and we probably added another year onto our lives just by being there for a few days. Til next time.