Validating your opposition to my choices with conventional norms- you’d be hard pressed to push my buttons more. I’m proud to hail from the loins of a non-traditionalist: cake for breakfast, drilling in the early hours – doing whatever the hell you like, whenever you like (so long as it causes no harm). I’m my mother’s daughter through and through.
It’s surprising then, that it’s taken me so long to fully embrace the advantages of imbuing my living space with my passions. Since my love affair with stitch began, I’ve been hankering after A Room of One’s Own – a fabric and notion filled refuge from the everyday. I was hampered by the misconception that a house is not a home, without being able to accommodate guests at a moment’s notice. That I should own a dining table, flanked with chairs and breeze seamlessly between zones designated for specific activities.
With my sewing paraphernalia secreted away, a session with the Jones involved bringing them into the open – day in and day out. Until the revelatory moment I realised I was not a 1950’s housewife – I lived alone, accountable to no-one – and that if everything was to hand, every spare sewing moment could be utilised.
Jumper Dress G from Stylish Dress Book: Simple Smocks, Dresses and Tops was an experiment and I’m not entirely convinced with the success of the outcome. On an Abakhan fabric trawl – unable to get sufficient quantities of my fabric of choice – I opted for a mash up. Whilst I find the colourways complimentary, the juxtaposition of opposing front and back panels verges on the Frankensteinian. However, the pattern itself is a dream to follow and I’ll definitely be re-visiting with a heavier fabric of one hue. If you’re tempted to try it for size, avoid tent-like results by focusing on the key measurement at the bust when tracing off your pattern.
Having resisted converting my living space for far too long, I’ve now fully succumbed and my mantra from hereonin is Bukowski derived.