luminarium in August. It was fabulous, a mix of cathedrals in sci fi crossed with contemplative spaces...if it comes to a town near you, I would recommend a visit. Even the reluctant twelve year old loved it and sighed "Why can't this always be here?"
Today I am gazing at my newly purchased 80's wrap dress pattern and kicking my heels as I wait for my ebay fabric to arrive. I had a great plan to sew this dress in a dark denim as a pinafore. I have some spotty denim already here but I am not sure a spotty wrap pinafore is quite what I want, so I am restraining my impatient self. If you do click the link, tell me, is this genius or idiocy to make this as a denim pinafore?
Today I am seriously thinking about my lack of a 21st century phone and all that that can offer. Yes, I still have an old push button phone. I can't access anything like Instagram on it. I always refused to update until I have a job and an income but now even my twelve year old has a smart phone, (yes, I am paying for it). I feel like a smart phone is the new normal and my dumbphone and me, well we are anachronisms. It is slowly dawning on me that maybe it wouldn't cost a lot more than my old phone...AND I could take photos without my camera and its missing battery.
Today I am contemplating dyeing a Dottie Angel dress that I have just finished. I started sewing it a few weeks ago and then decided I hated it, it would not suit me and I didn't want to go down that route. It was the front shaping by tucks not darts that I didn't like. I almost binned it and then a few days later I decided to try again and I enjoyed stitching it up. But I didn't follow the instructions after the pocket construction, I just stitched it. I made it from an old bed sheet of my mum's. It is pink but I always intended to dye it grey. I am just waiting for Rocket Girl to be at her nursery and then I can crack open the dye packet. Fabric dye and my three year old do not mix, I think.