Well, I took a bit of time to start feeling ok after my cold. In fact I haven't really been anywhere except the supermarket since last Tuesday. And the supermarket trip wasn't exactly a success because it was one of those times when everyone got in the way and I wanted to whack them all with my purse.
I know it might seem silly to stay home from work just because of a cold, but my job is hard enough without feeling grotty and irritable. Plus I am always telling my students and their parents that sick people should stay home (if someone had followed this rule I wouldn't have caught the cold- grrrr!).
So onwards and upwards. I was feeling so cluttered in my workroom and wasn't really enjoying my crafting and music space, so I had a good tidy up. I really needed to sort out the top of the piano. which had turned into a receptacle for anything and everything. Pre-earthquake I had some very precious things displayed up there and lost a few treasures when they became airborne. I have decided the time has come to move forward and take the risk of popping some things from the safe depths of my cupboard up there so that I can admire them.
My piggy moneybox is one of my most treasured possessions as it is the object that I have had for the longest. John's mum gave me the gorgeous trio and my mum gave me the jug. I adore floral chintz china too.
With some tweaks, and the assistance of the delightful Ruby (see below), my Gertie Portrait Blouse in seafarer print is a roaring success. I am ready to sail the high seas in a perfectly fitting garment, with only a few stitch wobbles. The last one I made had some crinkles at the neck and I am pleased to say I resolved those issues by re-cutting the facing pattern, matching it exactly to the cut out front and back necklines.
On to my next project. You can't hold me back now. I decided that I HAD to have one of these blouses just to see what it would look like on me. After all, Gertie looks pretty cute in her one.
I managed to solve all of the problems this pattern threw my way. My sewing machine protested vigorously at being forced to make buttonholes. It is extremely difficult to unpick a machine sewn buttonhole.
You can't win them all when sewing, and luckily I learned a bit along the way, and will have another weekend top. Actually it would look fab with my riding jacket when I'm having a formal riding wear day. Nun on horseback. Well, we all know Zanny is no nun. She is a trollop when she catches a whiff of her stallion husband. In my nun riding outfit I could be like a missionary all ready to convert wayward mares.
I managed to stab myself in between my little and ring fingers with a sharp knife today. As I got something out of the dishwasher it flicked the knife up and I pushed my hand straight down onto the vertical blade. It is only a small hole but quite deep because I looked at it and called out "Johnny I stabbed my hand and I can see bad meat!" At that point blood filled up the hole. Johnny got me to wiggle my fingers and declared no tendons or other important stuff had been hit, and did a lovely job dressing it. I haven't had a peek under the dressing yet, but I'm hoping all is well. Doctors can get a bit grumpy if you don't go and get wounds seen to and they get infected, but I'd hate to be like those idiots who go to accident and emergency departments with a tiny injury that requires a sticking plaster.
So what will be my next sewing project? I think I really want to try making sleeves for the Portrait Blouse pattern. I want to make blouses up in mid blue, navy and red spotty fabrics. And I've seen a sweet strawberry print on a bright blue background. I'm imaging a fleet of super-comfy tops that look great with jeans and cardies.
I'd be quite happy sewing all day long. Even when the end results don't go quite to plan.