No Claws!

Memories, eh? Do you remember the days when I could spend six quid on a repair job (or six quid at all!), the days when I had hair that bright, the days when Stephen took pictures of me that weren't blurry?

What ever happened to those days? Well I can't tell you that but I can tell you what happened to the skirt. It got a hole in it. I got rather over adventurous with some scissors and cut not only the fabric on my lap but the skirt as well.

This repair job came out of the stash. Stephen copied a cat print down for me as I was watching Gardener's World. I whipped out my chalk and drew it around the hole. Some satin stitch and a gold outline later and I look like I've been attacked by a kitten with muddy paws.

I think it's rather cute myself.

(Incidentally I'm more than a little ashamed of my use for the words 'sane' and 'insane' in the post linked to. I apologise.)

Minor reconstruction works

The first project has been sitting about for a bit. Since I left Huddersfield to be exact. In a closing down sale I got incredible discounts on a plain black hoodie and a white t-shirt with a winky face. I knew I wanted to do the white running stitch, I’d fell in love with this simple technique on the streets of Manchester. After I’d decided to put the ‘patch’ on the back I was going to make some kitty ears out of the leftover jersey knit but I moved to Torquay before I had time without my scraps. Photographed last Thursday in the garden.

The second piece is also from that sale however I was using it as a plain black shirt while I still needed one at work. After they upgraded me to a smock I broke out the sewing machine and some ribbon I had bought at another sale to create the Lolita inspired ruffle down the front. I would cite the Japanese shirt that I ripped off but I have forgotten it by now. Photographed this Saturday at St Mary’s Church in Totnes, both by Stephen.

If I only looked good in a beehive

I knew when I put this outfit together that it was a bit odd. For some reason I elected to look a little odd. Throwing together my black shirt which I use to look smart, the shrug/booby holder I use to look a bit more bohemian and a skirt I just reconstructed to look a bit industrial/Bet Lynch/punk is not the most sane idea I’ve ever had.

But them I don’t think the skirt was a sane idea either. At work I dropped some bleach on my trousers, my first insane move. Then I thought I’d convert them into a skirt to save money. Which involved putting on leopard print ruffles so I had to go out and buy leopard print fabric. At £6 for one meter, to save money.

No it doesn’t make sense but it’s a lovely skirt. Photos by Stephen in Armada Park.