Last weekend I got down to de-cluttering my tiny
office everything room. I have a large bookcase that was crammed full of books going back over 30 years, most of which I was quite attached to. Anyway, my fabrics were stuffed in bags all over the room and I was tired of the bundles falling over, so it was time to tidy things. At the end of it all, my bookshelf is now filled with fabrics (colour matched), patterns in files, sewing books and magazines and finally Trude my Bernina. The books were sorted into keepers, charities and recycling and dealt with accordingly. The keepers have gone into a bookshelf in another room. I haven’t any before shots, but you can count yourselves lucky as the room was like something out of a hoarding programme:(
My latest make is Lekala 5820, a yoked, princess line shift dress. On the endorsement of Thornberry (thornberry.wordpress.com), I thought I would give Lekala patterns a try. Well, if fitting issues are big for you (as they can be for me as I am short, short-waisted and built like a truck driver), then this pattern company is a must. No fitting issues, repeat…NO FITTING ISSUES…AT ALL! The dress fits like a glove, no adjustments needed to be made . The only thing for me is about me, I like to wear my clothes a bit looser; but I have been complimented on it and my daughter is now insisting I wear it to her Year 11 Formal “befores” party!!! That feels like a winner 🙂 (close-up of neck yoke)
I am unsure what is happening at the back and wonder if any of you out there in blogland can tell me about the bunching at the waist ??? The last thing I need to do is put in a hook and eye at the top of the zipper (my first hand-picked and now my method of choice for zipper insertions- thanks Susan Khalje!).
And finally…one of the things about clearing my shelves, is that I have reacquainted myself with books I haven’t seen in years. I have just finished reading Return to Auschwitz by Kitty Hart . It was a harrowing read that I first bought about twenty years ago; I have a heap of Holocaust fiction and non-fiction and I’m not sure I can explain my almost-obsession with it; possibly having had pro-Semitic parents and a couple of Jewish boyfriends in the past and then of course, finding out about family in Mauthausen (concentration camp). Sometimes I wonder at my weirdness, but I think that history has tended to repeat itself when we remain ignorant of the mistakes of the past.