This weekend I finally got around to a bit of sewing, I’ve been meaning to work on a project for weeks now, perhaps even months. I’ve certainly had the pattern sitting on my shelf for two months, looking at me all accusingly, saying “When are you going to sew me then?”. Well finally I decided the moment was now. The pattern in question was the Schoolhouse Tunic from Sew Liberated. Ever since I saw it on Meg’s website I’ve been in love with the idea of making one but simultaneously worried about the complexity.
On Saturday I decided to bite the bullet and cut out the pattern, from then on I was a woman possessed! I followed along with Meg’s simple instructions, step-by-step, bringing me a little closer each time to having a finished piece of clothing. I struggled a bit with fixing the sleeves in place but with a little perseverance I got there. After about 3 1/2 hours of cutting and sewing on Saturday evening I had a partially finished garment that I happily finished off on Sunday morning and wore all day long.
This is definitely the most complicated garment I’ve ever made and it was a challenge but I was happily surprised by the wonderful results. The pattern worked beautifully and Meg’s instructions were excellent, allowing me to work carefully through each step and achieve something that fit me perfectly, keeping me comfortably cosy all day long. This has fired me up to do more sewing and challenge myself to try another project, I’ll keep you posted!
I’m sure you’d like to join me in sending healing thoughts out to Meg’s new little son who has just undergone heart surgery. I’m sending my humble hopes and prayers to this inspiring woman and her family, wishing them strength and healing over the coming days.
Joining Amanda at Soulemama celebrating the beautiful of the everyday. Here is a triptych of images but all from the same ‘moment’, a snowy play time outside. The fat flakes fell from the sky, coating us and everything else while the children played and I watched them and it, enchanted.
Wishing all a happy Friday and a lovely weekend.
Hands up who loves poetry. Anyone? Just me? Ok, I’m pretty sure it isn’t just me but I am aware being a (currently non practicing) high school English teacher, that poetry is often ranked alongside being poked with pins or watching paint dry in the fun stakes. It came as a genuine surprise to me when I began teaching that so many students loathe poetry. Being someone who loves it I somehow failed to notice others around me nodding off or drooling on their books. I find poetry exciting, enlivening, beautiful, funny, clever, refreshing and tons of other adjectives that are all rather positive.
Not surprisingly I want my children to enjoy poetry and literature in general, it is something that has remained a passion for me since childhood (I told one of my parents friends that I wanted to go to University when I was around 8, in the 1980’s this was quite a startling thing to say) and will remain so throughout my life. So I want to begin laying the foundations for a happy relationship early on. Over Christmas I bought the Writer’s Jungle which is a curriculum of sorts for writing. Though I’ve only just begun delving into it, one of the elements I am already enjoying is the way Julie recommends incorporating literature into life in a way that isn’t forced but makes it special.
One of the ideas she recommends is a weekly Poetry Teatime, something that has two of my favourite things in the title so is bound to be a winner. We haven’t managed every week but I’ve managed to co-ordinate a couple of afternoon snacks (and even bath times) with some guerilla poetry reading. This afternoon was beautifully bright but with a bitter wind making it too cold for a walk so, instead of a regular snack, I laid the table and filled the teapot for a special teatime.
My lovely thrifted cups and some extra special yumminess left over from yesterday’s play date combined to make a most English table. The sunlight streamed through the windows warming us as we sipped tea and sampled treats. Huwyl laughed at the sweet little poems from a simple book I bought at a book sale last year, just as he had delighted in the wonderful Now We Are Six by A.A. Milne, our previous outing into poetry. He has no preconceptions, he simply reacts to what is in front of him. Each moment and experience is new and unique.
Lest I leave you with the impression of a life filled with the serene appreciation of iambic pentameter and teatime treats, I should just share a few glimpses of what was happening at the other end of the table.
In keeping with my theme I will entitle this little scene Poetry In Motion.
The new spring edition of Rhythm of the Home goes live today and I have an article included on the subject of herbal health remedies. I wrote an article for last years edition but didn’t quite manage to do anything for the subsequent ones so I’m excited to be included in this one! It is a great resource full of beautiful writing, photographs and ideas for families. If you haven’t checked it out yet it is well worth it and not just so you can read my bit!
Make a cup of tea, find a quiet corner and treat yourself to a good peruse.