A few months ago, I found something special during my regular op-shop rounds. It was a sewing machine: in particular, a vintage New Home model, in the perfect shade of retro teal. With its chrome fixings, tactile knobs and dials and wooden carry-case, it would not have looked out of place on the set of a 60s TV show.
This week I turned the ripe old age of 27. I don’t usually make a fuss over my birthday, primarily because it reminds me of how long I’ve been sick, but this year I have a special request.
This project shouldn’t have worked.
Despite initially being excited to start the Named Inari Tee Dress for my Jungle January entry, I was convinced throughout cutting and sewing that I had made the wrong decision. The cocoon shape would not flatter my figure and the deliberate style details (unbalanced shoulder seam, raised front hem) were usually tell-tale signs of a poorly-fitted garment on me. But this is the garment that proved me wrong!
I find I enjoy writing so much that I’ve been working hard on submissions for other publications. Recently I had two pieces published, of which I am immensely proud.
Warning: contains GIFs
Guilt has been my constant companion throughout the course of my illness. It admonishes me for the things I cannot do, and shames me into believing that I am responsible for my own incapacitation. I am not alone in feeling this way. But just why is guilt such a common feeling among the chronically ill? And why do we spoonies so often feel responsible for that which we cannot control?
I’ve already shared the slippers and knitting needle roll I made for friends this Christmas. This post is about the clothing I made for Christmas: dresses and PJs for my friend Beth’s children*, and a shirt for my dad.
Firstly, the little outfit for Beth’s kids. After going way over-the-top for their birthdays, I kept it simple with some classic Christmas pyjamas and a special dress each. Both of these fabrics were op shop finds: the amazing robot fabric I used for the PJs is actually a doona cover, and the fabric for the dresses is Michael Miller’s Children at Play Parade, which I couldn’t believe I saw hanging from the racks at Salvo’s.
OK, so I know I promised you more Christmas presents, but I haven’t managed to get adequate photos of them yet. So instead, I wore a wool hat and scarf in 35C+ degree heat to take photos of this project. It’s a hard-knock life, guys.
This hat is my Regina the Fourth, named as such as this is the fourth hat pattern I’ve made from this yarn (not counting all the hats of the same pattern knit and reknit cos I chose the wrong size). It started as a Verity, which was immediately ripped and knit into a Cloche Divine, then Ripley, and now Carina Spencer’s free Regina pattern.