I was very excited last month to find daffodil fabric on leeds market, because I’d looked everywhere for some last year when I wanted to make Gareth an Easter shirt. So I bought some, but he hated it, so I made myself a skirt instead.
Sorry it looks a bit wonky, my poor old dummy is almost getting past being useable for draping now, she’s so broken.
I’d been a bit unsure, but I really like the grass/ daffy combination now it’s done – and I have something new to wear on my birthday trip. Yesterday, as I was cleaning my sewing machine because some nasty not-quite-wool-that-ebay-said-was-wool-but-wasn’t-but-I-had-use-it-anyway had gunned up the innards, I decided that the great British sewing bee isn’t very true to life because no one ever uses up thier allotted time trying to figure out what the hell is up with thier sewing machine.
all I need to do now is figure out who anonymously sent me the hotel chocolate parcel. It was someone who knows both my home address and my rather specific tastes in chocolate, which isn’t many people I can think of but no one is owning up!