…the Fairy said, “to talk of many things,
Of miles of cloth, and pattern stacks,
Of hats and corset strings.”
Yes folks, the marking is all done, several thousand A level papers have been perused, groaned over, and assessed. Standards have been seen to fall a little further, and the inability of A level maths students to add two numbers together has been roundly cursed. Time to return to my neglected sewing debris, and hang my head in shame. I haven’t sewn anything in weeks, more like months, other than hastily basting my pal’s wedding outfit together for a fitting.
I have, however, been buying. And everything I’ve bought has been dumped in the sewing room, occasionally fondled wistfully, but generally melded into a heap on the table, the ironing board, and any other available surface. Several items have found their way there to be mended, and lots of stuff has been, quite literally, lobbed into the tiny bedroom where all the not-currently-in-sort-of-use stuff lives.
Shameful. I’m a slob, but I can’t be doing with this:
Bloody hell. It’s even worse close up. So, I need to gird my loins and get to it. There are SO MANY things I want to make, and only four weeks before I’m back in work being made miserable again.
Let’s see what transpires eh?