That dress I made? It kickstarted an obsession. I have spent the last couple of weeks sneaking off to the fabric shop to plunder their pattern sale. (I have to buy now! Before the sale ends! Must! Buy! More!)
My plans at the moment involve:
- A summery dress in a pattern which looks so lovely on this lady.(Why am I making a summer dress in the tail end of a hurricane? There are complex reasons for this, none of which bear close scrutiny at all.)
- A Vogue pattern which this lady makes again and again, so it must be good (we are ignoring for the moment the fact that both these women are substantially a) taller b) thinner and c) younger than I am. I will look just the same as they do. La la la. I can't hear you.)
- A full-length off-road wheelchair cosy based on this pattern for my miserable whining ten-year-old, who spends her entire time in the outdoors moaning about being cold. (I know. This is just one big rectangle with a hole in. I could have made this up myself. But a pattern for £1.70! And I do so love the little envelopes!)
- A school pinafore dress for Littlest.
You people who always had several craft projects on the go at once, who constantly talked about your UFOs and your stash and your plans and your schemes? I never understood it. I read those posts, frowning, wondering why you weren't just drinking wine or reading a book or something. I'm sorry. So sorry. Please welcome me into your fold.
Here I am, with my armfuls of fabric, just waiting for your approval.