Living with an alligator

Because I’m always snapping at things with my phone. Oh yes, my puns are that good.

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Planning new blog posts over breakfast on a Saturday morning // A cheeky stop at Bill’s in Clink Street for pre-work pancakes // Admiring the decorative bicycle over brunch in our local cafe

I’m not very good at twitter. I like long words, I’m prone to rambling and tangents, and I don’t have a very focussed thought process. 140 characters is my equivalent of a verbal straight jacket.

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It was a sewing heavy birthday this year // Proto sweater // Remember when it was sunny? I made tension swatches in the garden

Instagram on the other hand is my kinda social media, being a constant stream of images and no limit on the verbiage. And while phone cameras are getting better all the time they are no match for my cheeky Nikon D5100, and I rather enjoy the challenge of trying to compose an interesting or artistic shot with more the more limited tech.

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Wedding done? Well I’m cutting off all my hair // Toothless! // Playing some really odd card games in the pub

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My mum dug out this perfect old photo of me and my dad c. 1990 // What, loitering? Me? As if. Now hand over the knitting! // Experimenting with backless garments…

So when you can’t find me on here, nip on over to the ‘gram, and the odds are good I’ll be there with a snappy little life update!

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DSC_1242_editAnother clutch bag for the gallery, oh yes. It’s been mentioned in two posts so far (here and here), and finally I’ve got around to actually photographing the wee beggar.

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And this wee beggar as well! He was a gift from one of my bridesmaids the night before my wedding, to keep me calm, and because she knows how much I love How To Train Your Dragon. We’re talking full blown obsession here. I can’t hear certain parts of the soundtrack without weeping for joy.

So rather fittingly my gorgeous, squidgy, chunky clutch had it’s first outing to the uber glamorous Odeon in Beckenham to see the second instalment of Toothless’ adventures. Excellent film, shame about the cinema! Seriously though, you pay £20 for minimal leg room and the dubious company of other people’s children and their popcorn. Give me my own living room, a glass of bubbly and some homemade pudding any day.

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But I digress. I had such a blast making this clutch bag; the yarn – a stretchy cotton made from t-shirt offcuts – is just lovely, and knits up into this amazing squidgy fabric, and the final bag is so sturdy that I’ll actually use it for more than just show. I might even make another one…

Something about mice and planning

So I promised you all a sewing fail, and here it is. It’s a really annoying one actually, because I wrote a post right at the start of this project about how excited I was about it! Sigh, lesson learned.

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You know that feeling where you get super excited about a project, you think you’ve planned it perfectly, you stitch it up oh so carefully, and when it’s all done it just… well… looks really handmade. Not hand crafted you understand, but child’s pasta picture with poster paints handmade. “It’s so good I’m going to put it on the fridge, riiiiight here” handmade.

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Humpf, it looks better on Gladys than it does on me! (Gladys is the dress form).

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Well that’s what happened with my Liberty print maxi dress. I sketched, I drafted a pattern, I made a muslin, I perfected my French seams and at the end of all that I might as well have used a glue gun and staples for all the difference that effort made.

Sigh.

Oh well, I never met a problem that I didn’t want to solve. Just call me Dr Fix It. I’m pondering what to do with this creation, and I’m in two minds. Either I shall dismantle it and make something completely different, or try to rescue it. At the moment the best rescue remedy I can think of is to shorten it to either a knee length or a mini dress. The top half fits really well, but I think it’s the length and those side splits that are letting the side down. What do you think?

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For the moment however I am drowning my sorrows the best way I know how (after margaritas): more fabric, and moving on to the next project (which was a lot more successful!).

Have you ever been disappointed by a sewing adventure before? And more importantly how did you fix it?