Its summer time here in the UK....well almost....you see, I have been living in the UK now for 8 years, and I have come to the all too obvious conclusion that the sun and the UK had an affair ages ago ( long before any of you were born so don't think about it), and can't stand each other now. You know that state right? when you fell in love, and loved really hard, then woke up one day and asked yourself what you ever saw in that person? Yep! that is what the sun is thinking right now, hence why it can't bear to be seen round these parts. It comes around sometimes, mind you, but just not always, not like its other loves, like San francisco ( Mela I'm still hating), my home country of Cameroon, and of course, Spain, with its beautiful islands, that act as refuge for fed up Brits who want abit of a tan in December.
Could that be sunshine I spy over the horizon
Sunday, April 28
Why yes it is!
Its summer time here in the UK....well almost....you see, I have been living in the UK now for 8 years, and I have come to the all too obvious conclusion that the sun and the UK had an affair ages ago ( long before any of you were born so don't think about it), and can't stand each other now. You know that state right? when you fell in love, and loved really hard, then woke up one day and asked yourself what you ever saw in that person? Yep! that is what the sun is thinking right now, hence why it can't bear to be seen round these parts. It comes around sometimes, mind you, but just not always, not like its other loves, like San francisco ( Mela I'm still hating), my home country of Cameroon, and of course, Spain, with its beautiful islands, that act as refuge for fed up Brits who want abit of a tan in December.
So, I guess the long and short of it is, I made a dress......to prance about while the Sun was passing by, on its way to new loves. I used the mission maxi pattern. I have made this before, here and here, and I think this is the one I love most.
Its summer time here in the UK....well almost....you see, I have been living in the UK now for 8 years, and I have come to the all too obvious conclusion that the sun and the UK had an affair ages ago ( long before any of you were born so don't think about it), and can't stand each other now. You know that state right? when you fell in love, and loved really hard, then woke up one day and asked yourself what you ever saw in that person? Yep! that is what the sun is thinking right now, hence why it can't bear to be seen round these parts. It comes around sometimes, mind you, but just not always, not like its other loves, like San francisco ( Mela I'm still hating), my home country of Cameroon, and of course, Spain, with its beautiful islands, that act as refuge for fed up Brits who want abit of a tan in December.
One Meet-up to rule them all!
Sunday, April 21
What a day I had yesterday. Rachel was hosting Lizzy ( all the way from Australia people), and Rachel being the sweet person she is, decided to make an event of it. What better way to show hospitality than to get more than 40 women together who all share the same passion?
The day started at the V&A museum which unfortunately I could not attend as I had other pressing things to do at home ( real life always finds a way to spoil my best laid plans). I am sure as the days go by, you will see various accounts of what that part of the day was. I heard it was epic. Rachel even had a professional photographer there. How awesome can Rachel get? Word is there will be pictures available soon, so watch her blog for those.
I met the girls in Goldhawk road, as it is only a 20 minutes train journey from my house, and they were already injecting some much needed cash into the British economy.
The day started at the V&A museum which unfortunately I could not attend as I had other pressing things to do at home ( real life always finds a way to spoil my best laid plans). I am sure as the days go by, you will see various accounts of what that part of the day was. I heard it was epic. Rachel even had a professional photographer there. How awesome can Rachel get? Word is there will be pictures available soon, so watch her blog for those.
I met the girls in Goldhawk road, as it is only a 20 minutes train journey from my house, and they were already injecting some much needed cash into the British economy.
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| Claire, Catherine, Roisin and Janene |
Paris and a Milestone
Saturday, April 13
Yes Paris!
I went to Paris for the first time last month, and I was absolutely enchanted. Unfortunately I do not have pictures of the city, but you can google it, and I can assure you, millions of pictures will pop up.
I went for my alumni reunion, and decided to hang out with some cool peeps, just because I'm cool like that...you know?. I went on a Friday, but met up with Veronica and Sandra on Sunday, for what turned out to be an amazing day ( thanks girls).
So, on Sunday, I was picked up from my hotel by Veronica, who treated me to some French crepe, and believe me, I have never tasted crepes so good. Why don't we make them like this in London? We met up with Sandra later, and then drove to a fabric market in another town called Sarcelles. Again, I do not have pictures of our time here because Sandra and Veronica were quite vocal about not wanting me to take my camera into the market. Thieves you know! So if you need someone to blame for any lack of pictorial evidence, you know where to look.
I went to Paris for the first time last month, and I was absolutely enchanted. Unfortunately I do not have pictures of the city, but you can google it, and I can assure you, millions of pictures will pop up.
I went for my alumni reunion, and decided to hang out with some cool peeps, just because I'm cool like that...you know?. I went on a Friday, but met up with Veronica and Sandra on Sunday, for what turned out to be an amazing day ( thanks girls).
So, on Sunday, I was picked up from my hotel by Veronica, who treated me to some French crepe, and believe me, I have never tasted crepes so good. Why don't we make them like this in London? We met up with Sandra later, and then drove to a fabric market in another town called Sarcelles. Again, I do not have pictures of our time here because Sandra and Veronica were quite vocal about not wanting me to take my camera into the market. Thieves you know! So if you need someone to blame for any lack of pictorial evidence, you know where to look.
Oh Sherlock!!
Saturday, March 2
No, I am not in love with Mr.Holmes. I AM Sherlock.
I know! My thoughts exactly.
I was recently nicknamed "Sherlock" by a friend who accused me of playing detective. I was trying to solve an issue for someone close so during my investigations, I approached my friend for some inside information. Needless to say, he did not give me what was I looking for, despite all my pathetic attempts at emotional blackmail.
I laughed the moniker off, and thought nothing of it, until yesterday.
You know how American bloggers always manage to buy fabric used by designers or shops, and we in the UK never ever manage to replicate that? Oh! what? , you did not think I noticed how you always buy fabric from fabric.com or some other place, that is the exact thing adorning some nameless mannequin in Bloomingdale's? Oh trust me, I did, and as is my wont, was consumed with envy (story of my life). That ended yesterday.
I know! My thoughts exactly.
I was recently nicknamed "Sherlock" by a friend who accused me of playing detective. I was trying to solve an issue for someone close so during my investigations, I approached my friend for some inside information. Needless to say, he did not give me what was I looking for, despite all my pathetic attempts at emotional blackmail.
I laughed the moniker off, and thought nothing of it, until yesterday.
You know how American bloggers always manage to buy fabric used by designers or shops, and we in the UK never ever manage to replicate that? Oh! what? , you did not think I noticed how you always buy fabric from fabric.com or some other place, that is the exact thing adorning some nameless mannequin in Bloomingdale's? Oh trust me, I did, and as is my wont, was consumed with envy (story of my life). That ended yesterday.
Feeling Reflective
Monday, February 4
So it is the start of the new year, and all around the sewing blogosphere, people are signing up to various sew-alongs and pledging to undertake projects. I think I have signed up to 1 or two myself, and you will be shocked to hear I have not even started a single one of these projects. Why do I do this? Why do we do it? I am most certain I am not the only one who gets excited when some new project comes up, or some sew-along, signs up, then promptly forgets about it, or just cannot make the time to follow up and actually partake in said sew-along.
Why do you do it?
Is it to have a sense of belonging? to force ourselves to actually make something by partaking in a strict sewing program? to make new friends? to increase our blog readership?
One more thing, why do we choose certain patterns over others? why do we rush to make the latest independent pattern even when we know it is not our style, or does not suit our body type? I have bought patterns in the past just because I saw it made on a blog I follow, and then filed them away and never looked at them again...well not true, I do look at them, and marvel at my foolishness.
Why do you do it?
Is it to have a sense of belonging? to force ourselves to actually make something by partaking in a strict sewing program? to make new friends? to increase our blog readership?
One more thing, why do we choose certain patterns over others? why do we rush to make the latest independent pattern even when we know it is not our style, or does not suit our body type? I have bought patterns in the past just because I saw it made on a blog I follow, and then filed them away and never looked at them again...well not true, I do look at them, and marvel at my foolishness.
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