Great minds ...

I'm sure you already know about the Village Haberdashery - it's been a great online shop for a while, but now has a lovely bricks and mortar shop in north London.  The newsletter came out today and I saw these lovely baby blankets.  It reminds me of a blanket I made for my niece at Christmas.  By a spooky coincidence I got the fleece from the Village Haberdashery and then bought wool felt for the back to help it stand up to being used as a play mat on a wooden floor. 

I also hand quilted a bird on the wool felt side to add some detailing, although I only thought of it once I'd sewn the three layers (cotton fleece, batting and wool felt) together and it was a bit of a trial to do it that way.  You do get a quite nice shadow effect though, which you can see on the second photograph, so I'm not entirely unhappy with it.  It turned into a popular present too, but not for my niece who never got her paws on it as it was pinched by my sister instead.

Scaling the giddy heights

Nothing says glamour like an office shot

My career can now officially be measured in centimetres – scaling the giddy heights of an HR career, I was today assigned the woeful task of measuring the company’s sunflowers for a competition.  Would you believe that someone was actually doping theirs?  It’s lawyers, right so they’re obviously pretty crazy.  Judge rules?  Miracle Gro is not sporting so... Disqualified.  We were each given six seeds, and I shared mine with two people in the team who were the epitome of detachment parenting – which is apparently pretty hot stuff right now – where I spent a lot of time fussing around mine which might explain why they were fairly stunted.   A metaphor perhaps for the perils of overbearing parenting?  Perhaps I’m getting to that age.

Last week there were a lot of tears and tantrums in the office – not mine, I just supply the message and the tissues – and I’m fairly sure the resultant high levels of carbon dioxide prevented heady growth.  Over the course of the weekend, and away from my hovering presence, the sunflowers bloomed (not literally) and were widely deemed as the likely winners.  Well, it certainly helps to make us popular when we win stuff.  The person responsible for measuring lost interest, went on holiday, I don’t know and I was nomintold that I was in charge.  In a weird way, I had too much power for that limited time.  No idea what to do with the results, but Philip and Roger, my two sunflowers, are very happy office companions for me.  Does anything else look quite as sad as a candid shot of an office though?  There’s a bit more oomph in here generally day-to-day, honest.

So on this grand note, I have news about the future of my crafting work life.  From the beginning of June I am going to start working three days a week in the glamour of HR, and the rest of the week will be spent endeavouring to build some kind of something from the knitting, sewing, embroidering side of life.  I don’t really know what it looks like yet, but I’m excited to find out; and for the first time in my life enjoying not knowing what the end point looks like or trying to control what it looks like.  My sense is that trying to hold it too tightly can only be a bad thing and so I’m very lucky that I’m able to just see what happens.

As part of that, I will be planning to move my blog and will update with more details of that in due course.  I’m determined to figure out taking proper photographs. 

In the meantime, I’m beavering away on my knitwear design course, and have been using manhole covers – not very original I know – as a source of inspiration for my first module homework.  If you’ve never looked at them much before, there is a plethora of different types of doorway into the world under the pavements and each company seems to have made an art form of them.  From paving stones, utility company covers and manhole covers, someone somewhere wanted to make these mundane bits of the world beautiful and I found that very inspiring.  No, I don't think I'm unique or original in thinking that; if anything I should be ashamed that it has taken me this long to think it.  It's probably scuttled across my mind before, but taking the photographs has made me ponder on it properly.  Here are a selection. 

Fleet Street maholes

To quote Tom Hanks in Turner & Hooch "this is not my shoe" - someone scampered past quick as a flash while I was taking the picture (they looked perplexed about why I was taking the picture too)

Crossing bobbles - utilitarian and oddly lovely (sore on the feet though)

Commemorative and functional and older than me, hooray - not that I'm anxious about my birthday just gone and advancing years

Water - simple grid but striking

The South Bank - I loved the way the straight line pavement markers ran up to meet the grid of the cover

Clifford's Inn - a window to the basement

Old Inns of Court door

Is it the same Hope Foundry Co - formed in the 19th century and still adorning our streets



Cobblestone fans outside St Pauls Cathedral

Having charted them – which really made my head ache, having to try and think in reverse (I think this is where the dyslexia can sometimes be apparent) – they are looking quite nice actually and photographs of those will follow shortly.  I’ve become obsessed though with cobble stones and brickwork and all sorts of crazy things.  Having gone from a very slow start to the course – post-wedding lack of motivation as Husband moved into my flat one spoon at a time – now I’ve started I think I’m addicted.  The living room is buried under balls of yarn and random needles as I try new things, and there are samples blocking e.very.where.  Fun. 

Have you seen Truly Myrtle’s Skeppe Hat pattern?  I was lucky enough to be a test knitter and was smitten with the finished result.  It’s a lovely hat, very warm and toasty which in these lovely London summer days is pretty handy; and several people have commented on what a stylish topper it is.  Libby's blog is also a gratuitously good read and very inspiring - it's one of those that I look forward to dropping into my inbox each time. 

The view from my bicycle

This weekend I suspect I shall be dragged back out on the mean streets of SE London.  I say dragged; it's great fun being out on the bicycle although people openly laugh at me with my SS tank commander cycle hat (albeit in Cranberry) and on the Pashley while Husband rides a perfectly sensible and modern bicycle.  Mine weighs 3.5 stone or thereabouts, I can barely get the thing up and down the pavements without help and my pathetically low athleticism means that I spend quite a bit of time huffing and puffing up the hills while Husband bounds up, back down to meet me, up again, back down.  You get the idea.  Much like when we run together - he probably covers twice the distance as I bouncy walk along behind him.  I'm not built for running - I've got a runners lean upper body, and the classic legs of the English pear.  I feel sad for me too.  It presents several challenges with dress making, and more of that in June too ...

I'm trying to work out a bit of image styling for a brand new, pimped out, vamped up blog and loved the colours of this Koigu merino.  An introduction to photograph course starts soon at the City Lit and I am signed up - couldn't come soon enough as I've got to stop being frightened of the technological future, especially as the future I'm fearing is already the past and I'm on the verge of being obsolete.

Bought from The Village Haberdashery, rubbish photograph by me

Finally, I saw Kaffe Fassett at SOAS on Monday evening and this image (excuse the stair rail in the foreground - I was trying to snap quickly while Brandon Mably flew through the slides) really struck a chord.  I love the colours and vibrancy and it got my already quite motivated self even more motivated to get working harder on the knit/stitch/sewn design side. 

Kaffe Fassett - photograph of slides at SOAS presentation 20 May 2013

Anyway, more information on the new beginnings side of things in due course.  I’m excited to see what part-time work brings, and there will be much to share soon – probably a list or two (I do love a list).  Stay tuned for that ...

Have lovely bank holiday weekends in the meantime – lots of good stitching if the rotten weather holds

Putting the P.L.A.N. into action ...

I've been having a devil of a time with this blog.  For months, MONTHS, I couldn't upload pictures which is why this post from January is now being posted in April.  But I'm posting it anyway because it wasn't a case of neglect; just a case of writing stuff and then not being able to post it.  Pah ... more to follow shortly.

I hope that all of you are having a very good 2013 so far.  This is a picture of the Play-doh exploits of my nephews at New Year.  As you can see, the year got off to a good and creative start.  The squashed figure lying down is, apparently, Batman and the other thing is a tortoise.  My niece wasn't keen on me having any to play with so the piglet in the background is what I could muster with the blob I was given.  It's a bit pathetic I know but I did enjoy having a muck about with the stuff. 

Aside from the usual new year issues – boilers breaking down, car lights going kaput etc - Project New Year is fully underway and I’m determined to get an Etsy store up and running.

Last week I sat down and made a list of all the things I’ve got to do to fulfil my resolutions.  I do love a list.  A plan makes me feel like I’m taking charge rather than lurking vaguely in the way of opportunities, hoping that they find me. 

The plan includes the usual type of things – modernise the blog, take better pictures and start getting more thorough with images of the things I make (e.g. tutorials etc).  I’ve got to overcome my fear of technology and embrace the idea of getting photographs off my camera to edit them instead of using them as is from the Blackberry.  Finally I’ve got to make some stock to sell on Etsy.

With that in mind I drew a template of a purse yesterday and then had a bash at making it.  As you can see this one is too long (or other options are: (i) the bottom hasn’t been made fat enough or (ii) if it was longer it could be a retro glasses case) but I think it’s on the right track and it’s fixable.  There are a few things I’ll do differently next time – start sewing further up the sides at the outset to neaten up the outside edges for example, either make it bigger or smaller so it's either a cosmetic bag or a coin purse  – but it’s a decent start.

I’m also working on a design for a knitted hat/headband/turban style whatnot; and finishing off the hand quilting on a baby quilt - this is made of organic wool felt blanketing for the back (on which I'm hand quilting) and then brushed cotton fleece from the Village Haberdashery. 

Front of the quilt

The hand quilting on the back

In due course, the Etsy shop will take shape.  Although probably not for the next few months.  At the moment, I'm stuck on names.  Do I stick with Modern Margo or think of something else?  Lots of things to ponder before I get stuck in but I will get there slowly...

Hooray for overlocking

I bought an overlocker before Christmas.  Nothing says thrift like buying presents for oneself.  I went to John Lewis and hey presto I had a lovely little Janome 9200D overlocker clutched in my happy paws.  It's an entry level model so great for someone new to overlocking.  My concern is that, a bit like my Janome 525s, which is a fantastic machine, I may outgrow the overlocker before it has come to the end of its natural life.  Anyway, that's what eBay is for and then I have the joy of looking into a new machine in due course, and preferably one with a long-arm option for quilting because I'm rather limited with the size of my quilts at the moment. 

Anyway, that's hardly the point.  John Lewis offers a 45 minute lesson into threading the blasted thing.  I would say 45 minutes of furrowed brow thinking - those machines are NOT easy to thread.  Even with the apparently colour coded guide, all of a sudden another threading point would loom out or, worse, be crucial but be tucked inside the belly of the machine.  I suddenly could understand why the kit came with tweezers (the sort you normally have for cake making or, I imagine, removing sutures from a resected aorta or similar).  Those looming bits, they weren't always colour coded. 

After two attempts it was threaded and actually while it is initially perplexing, once you've done it a couple of times it does make sense.  The end result is so neat and lovely that it's totally worth it.

Also, is it wrong to be slightly in love with a storage solution.  Or a "so wrong it's right" sort of love?  How amazing are these and they're in the sale.  Too too lovely. 

New Look for Christmas



Picture from speak-fashion.de

As always, I apologise for the quality of my photographs but I realised that a) I hadn’t blogged for ages (the end of October – where did that bloody well go) and b) I hadn’t posted about any of the things that I’ve made.

There are a couple of reasons for that.  Life has got very busy with bobble hat production.  I am a one woman production line.  Here’s my train line knitting  kit – it, or an approximation of it (varying only in terms of the colour of wool in the bag), has been in my bag for the last several weeks. 

Christmas is a trying time for knitters because of time pressure to produce gifts people want.  Trouble is, these things are rarely the most interesting things to make.  I’m currently on number four of six bobble hats.  I have worn away the skin on the top of my thumb so it really hurts to tighten up the first stitch at the beginning of each of the four DPNs I’m using.  There is a high zinc tape usage at home.  The jumper I had planned to make for me to luxuriate in over Christmas, aglow with the compliments of non-knitters has been languishing by the sofa waiting for me to down the bobble hats and take up the proper knitting again.

So I decided to make a dress instead as a bit of a “fast fashion” fix and it was great fun.  It was the simplest of simple patterns – the Merchant & Mills trapeze dress pattern made in fabric from Cloth Spot.  It took a couple of hours to cut out on Sunday, then another couple to sew together on Tuesday night, and an hour last night to finish the hem and sleeves.  I’ve worn it to work today with a wide belt and purple suede boots and feel super glam as if I’m rocking Dior’s original idea of the New Look.  Even though it’s massively unstructured, I still feel very feminine.  My only observation is that the fabric is itchy as all hell so I’m wearing a white long sleeve vest underneath the top half (which also means I won’t have to wash the dress after wear one) but that makes me look slightly less New Look and slightly more Art Teacher.  The other thing about the itchiness is the occasional leg spasms where a fibre pokes into you.  After the joy of Wovember I now know more about why this is – the length of the staples that make up the fibre – and actually it confirms that it is at least wool which is a Very Good Thing.  But you know what, I don’t mind any of the drawbacks – I made it and that makes it very special.  I’m ordering a nice raspberry coloured woollen boucle to make another – I think raspberry will be marginally less monkish/utilitarian, although I don’t dislike that aesthetic; or at least it certainly has its place.

The other nice thing about making the dress was that I haven’t been in front of my sewing machine for ages and was starting to forget how much I’ve learnt.  It’s a really simple pattern but the instructions do rely on a base level of knowledge.  Two years ago I would not have known that the double notch would mean it was the back of the sleeve.  I might not even have known to cut the notches.  This was the first time I marked out the pattern with chalk and I’m a total convert because it meant I got to do some tweaking with the shape afterwards.  It was like a very chalky, itchy woolly  crime scene.  I’ve ordered more of the brown woolly fabric to make Sewaholic Cordova Jacket which I think will look rather well in this material, and plan to make the dress again albeit with a few variations to the shape and probably in a bold print of some kind for casual rather than work wear.

Waking up at 7am on Saturday 22^nd December to my neighbours slamming their front door no fewer than six times in the space of fifteen minutes as they packed their car to head home for Christmas (I’m over it now though, can you tell) I lay restless in bed listening  to Husband happily snoring away before realising that sleep was not going to happen again for me that day.  A couple of days before this, Santa had delivered to me some 100% wool felt and some lovely cotton fleece.  At 7.30 that morning, unable to get back to sleep and grumbling away, I set to work and have rustled up two baby quilts.  The wool felt should be sturdy enough to go on the floor, and the cotton fleece soft enough for babies to lie comfortably on.  I did very simple straight line quilting to create an inner square where I’ve hand quilted/embroidered a Scandinavian style bird.  I did try some free motion quilting on the machine which completed ruined what I had done so far; unfortunately this relegates this one to “prototype” status and therefore means my niece will get it once I’ve done a bit of fixing up.  I really do need to get a handle on the free motion quilting thing – it’s so handy and would save hours.  My thumb is now locked in quite a painful “thumbs up” style posture from the knitting and sewing I’ve been doing.  Some would say “excessive knitting and sewing” but I never would. 

The feathery fleece

The embroidered bird

The contrast fleeces

The woolly back of the quilt

The invisible embroidered bird (sort of)

Looking at the embroidery again it was obviously fairly unbalanced (aside from the quality issues) so I went back to it and added some more of the pale greeny/blue that I used on the neck feathers and tried to balance the shape a bit more across the bird.  As soon as I’d stitched the back, batting and front together I came up with the idea of doing a central piece of embroidery and of course by then, the thought of ripping back sufficient of a seam to do embroidery was just too painful but it’s a good lesson.  Embroidery before you put your pieces together; which of course I know but these are the perils of doing things at Darkness O’clock in the morning while fuming about being woken by noisy (though very nice) neighbours.

I was explaining to Husband that I needed to get on with some of the baby things for our various couple friends who are all having children soon and he replied “don’t put yourself under pressure.”  I tried to explain that it wasn’t making things that put me under pressure, it was not having the time to make the things I wanted that made me feel pressured.  Not making things at all would be a hundred times worse.  He didn’t get it, but then people who don’t make things rarely do and my feelings of pressure definitely seem back-to-front to him.  They’re not though and those of us that stitch know that really.

I’m now pondering New Year’s Resolutions.  Would it be possible do you think to wear only clothes one already owns, recycled and upcycled, or to only make new clothes during the year?  Could I last twelve months without buying myself something new?  I wonder if I’m up to the challenge – I’m tempted and daunted all at the same time.  Any views on whether it’s a challenge worth setting oneself up for?  Would three months be better or is that just wimping out?

This year I am also determined to make a few things to try and sell on Etsy.  That seems like a possible good resolution too.  Scary but possible?

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year – 2013 will be a great year for stitching, I can already tell ...