A few days ago, I had a conversation with a friend who shall remain nameless in this post, but if she wishes to reveal herself in the comments, who am I to stop her? 😉 We were chatting online, and our chat turned to “The Sewing Blogs”, as we’re both avid blog readers.
Welcome to part 3 of the epic tale of my upcycled denim skirt. Where did we stop? Oh, yes … I was pondering how I could make my panels actually fit around me. To achieve that, I took my Simplicity 2211 and put it down on some brown paper. Then I folded it in half,Continue reading “Chevron Jeans Skirt – the finishing line”
It all started with my decision to declutter my life. This is not a new thing, every couple of years or so I realize I own too many things. Clutter and I don’t jive. On the other hand, I loathe to throw out perfectly good things, or, in this particular case, a few pairs ofContinue reading “Chevron Jeans Skirt – the cutting”
After the unrelenting rain, Summer has hit the UK. And while I’m really happy that we finally get to see some sun, the drive to hunch over the sewing machine or handle wool (the Elwing Calafalas is a mere 4/5 arm away from being finished) is somewhat lowered. Which is fine, really – I haveContinue reading “More planning for the chevron jeans skirt”
To get this out of the way: yes, there was chocolate. There also was knitting.
Okay, that’s a lie. The sun is still shining like mad. I’m actually a bit weary of all the sunshine. (Did I just say that out loud? Damn.) Let me explain – I love the sun just as any normal minded person, but I also love to sleep. Sunshine outside makes it so much harderContinue reading “Ain’t no sunshine …”
Last Sunday, while outside the sun was shining and people were piling up on the beach, I sat at home and pondered the “Formula Toe-Up Sock” pattern for the KAL in April. I swatched (well, I measured some existing sock knitting), and did my math. I cast on. I ripped. Cast on again. Ripped again.Continue reading “Wendy Happy and the difference of half a millimetre”
Around the time this photo was taken, the suspicion had firmly taken hold, and yet, some dark magic stopped me from doing the reasonable thing and try the sock on. Had I listened to that inner voice of mine, it could have been avoided. But alas, so driven was I to finish this project, thatContinue reading “To the frog pond!”
About 7 months ago, the first version of these were my second pair of toe-up, short-row heel socks. The other pair is gray and black, which gives it a classier appearance. These are just fun, made out of some mysterious russian (I believe) sock yarn and some left-over Regia hand-dye effect. Looking at these socksContinue reading “Of Slip Stitch Sox”