So the last couple of days have been interesting. Sitting at home ( sometimes venturing out bravely, and crawling back home in pain) and thinking of what to do with myself. Its funny how you think you have so much time on your hands when you are off work, but you end up doing nothing, not because you don't want to, but because you can't....literally.
I've been so touched by the level of support and well wishes I've received from you all. Thank you ever so much. It feels nice to know that out there, in the neverland that is the internet, and of course, the physical world, there are people who think of you. Even if you have never met them. Which brings me to the conclusion that sewing makes the world go round ( and to the greater conclusion, and proof, that the world really is round.) I don't care about all those scientists with all those formulas and equations, screaming at the top of their coarse lungs, willing to die and in many cases dying, just to prove that the earth is a circle. Why go through all that stress to prove something like that when all they could have done was buy a sewing machine, sew stuff, post it online, and look at google analytics to see the location of your readers to know that? Granted there was no internet in those days, but still? Ha, I know i might be spewing rubbish now, don't blame me. Blame the morphine. I think its muddled somewhat with my brain.
So, what have I been doing with myself?
First things first, I went crazy on ebay, and bought loads of jewelry making stuff (its the morphine you see), then I hung out with Rachel of House of Pinheiro. Her bday is on saturday, and me being the littlte busy body I am, decided to meet up with her. I'm starting work tomorrow, so I wanted to at least have a little fun before going back to spreadsheets.
So first off, we met at Euston station. I had made a necklace, and decided to use it as my MMJ item du jour. I was running late, so i decided to run to the station, and of course, next thing I knew, my necklace came off, and my beads went scattering around. So I had to pick them up, one by one, peeping around me to make sure no one was watching before bending down and looking under a car to see if any of my precious beads had rolled down under. Of course they had, so i had to go halfway under the car to get them. Having scooped all my beads, I continued running to the station, just to get there, and the train was late. Typical!
We met just after 6pm so it was not possible to hit any fabric stores, so we went eye shopping, dissecting clothes we saw, opening them up to look at the fabric content and railing against the shops for having the gumption to sell a polyester item for 99 pounds. Can you believe it? or was the price higher? can't remember now....morphine!!
In Uniqlo, we saw this pleated t-shirt that reminded us of the Sorbetto pattern, and decided to make our own versions.
Zara was the guilty owner of a very expensive polyester frock. I was not remotely amused.
....followed by the pattern ......
............and a shocking realisation of how short I really am. In my defense though, Rachel is very tall. Conclusion, I am tall, but Rachel is taller....I dare anyone to say otherwise!!
I loved this little machine. My sister wants a sewing machine, so I might gift her with this for her bday.
We rushed into the first restaurant we saw just opposite John Lewis, give a few steps. At this point, conversation had simmered down, because hunger was the order of the minute.
My fave, chocolate fudge cake and vanilla ice-cream.
....and this holder for my scissors. Isn't that cute? and it even has my name stitched on it. I can't show it because it was made with white thread, and my camera's flash does not permit a good picture.