That's quite a result for me. Dress number two was a modification job, but took just about as long as dress number one. This was the dress: It was my mother's, and a very seventies thing all the...something wrong with the settings, I think Beckett's been fucking with it. My next dress will also be a mod job, but will probably be completely hand sewn. My machine's still on the shit list.

Been sewing for the last week or two, doing various bits and bobs of the curtainy/cushiony variety. I'm good at sewing the straight lines, me. The straight lines got to me and Monday morning I decided...machine without these: I am officially old now. Also, I hate pictures of myself, they make me cringe... and is that colouring on my forehead going to turn into skin cancer? It is, isn't it?

I had the most horrendous sewing experiences today, I don't even really want to go into it. It was one of those days when I managed to hit JUST ONE PIN, and immediately break my needle. I had to oil the...shelf without just looking like I threw a bag on a shelf out of laziness. I am putting the machine away and I won't be looking at it for at least a week, it's on my shit list right now.

So, yeah... I have a Ravely account and I have to stop myself sitting browsing patterns for hours and queuing things I like. I managed to stop myself after about ten minutes because I realised I would... On a final domestic note, my one French acquisition this holiday: And no, that's not an IKEA lampshade, it's an original one I picked up in the brocante market at Aigues-Mortes for 5 euros. So there