Sorry, two shirt posts in a week. I’ve had a stinking cold though, so sitting mindlessly sewing buttons on was about the right level of mental engagement for the week, and at least I can get back into my sewing room now.
This one might look familiar, because it’s a short sleeved version of one I made for Gareth before Christmas. Martin liked it so much he specifically requested one, so we had to rush into leeds while we could still remember what the fabric looked like. It has penguin buttons instead of snowflakes though.
This was one of Gareth’s valentine shirts – my theme was things Gareth loves. He chose this fabric himself from the shop in Abingdon, but I only bought a metre because it was £17 ( I nearly passed out), so I chopped it up and played. He loves it, I’m not sure about the brown.
on his birthday we popped into the shop in leeds, and mr ” I have enough shirts, stop making me shirts, I have enough bloody shirts” ( the gratitude is overwhelming, innit?) walked straight in, picked up a bolt of the most expensive cotton in the shop, and demanded to have a shirt made from it at once. Not that he’s a hypocrite or anything…
Gareth has so far failed miserably to grow enough passion fruit to make jam, but he’s very excited about showing his passion fruit shirt off to the exotic plant forum. He wore this last night to go see the pet shop boys, complaint that none of his shirts are pet shop boys themed. He had loaded my phone with the concert playlist beforehand, because they’re not exactly my favourite band, and it turns out my favourite song is called ” the sodom and Gomorrah show” I’m really not sure he’d have appreciated that particular shirt…
Palm trees are another big plant love of his. I think this fabric was serendipitous, because I bought the buttons on my birthday trip to norwich last year and wondered what on earth I’d do with them. Which just proves that it’s always worth buying more buttons. He says this one requires a beer garden, so I guess I’ll be driving him to Kirby overblow when the weather warms up.
He says this one will annoy his dad, so he’s planning to wear it for his trip to Windermere next week.
apart from the shirts, we sort of failed at our valentines day out this year. About a month ago I made a sarcastic comment about Gareth’s idea of romance being a day trip to hull, Gareth managed to miss the sarcasm and started excitedly planning the trip. I started rolling my eyes. But then I woke up dog rough with a cold on Tuesday morning, so he proposed lunch in Harrogate instead. I got in the van, started reversing out of the driveway, and Gareth found a blocked drain. He’s not a man who can ignore a blocked drain, is Gareth, so he spent two hours playing with that and I went to otley.
and they say romance is dead.
I might give him this one for Easter.
And it was my dad’s birthday yesterday, he loved the dirty postcard fabric. It was the closest thing I could get to fabric with strippers on ( I found male strippers fabric, but not girls?!?). My stepmum says it will give her something to read.
bizzarely, my dad wanted to come see the pet shop boys past night. I had no idea he liked them
embroidery next week, I promises, but before I go, one more pic. Gareth wore his summer blue shirt for his birthday pub lunch at beckwithshaw, and they served it on a matching plate!
( his sister has already reprimanded him for not eating his broccoli)