One thing you've probably noticed by now is that I don't do crafting, or for that matter life, in nice neat little separate pigeonholes. Everything bounces off and influences everything else. I'm the sort of person who has a 10 cm square for calculating
With some women, it's really not obvious. I don't name names on this blog, so we shall call her The Artist. She's our pastor's wife's sister, and I'm not 100% sure but I believe what happened was that
The thing with sewing, like pretty much any human endeavour you care to name, is that now and then it goes wrong. So I thought it might be fun to have a post about the sort of thing you might do when it does. Very often, of course, the right
Once again, this is rather stretching the definition of "crafts", but... 'tis the season, so I thought I'd show you something I did for Christmas 2015, all unsuspecting that six months later I'd be fighting for my life in the Northern General Hospital.
I rolled up in church yesterday morning wearing one of my Southbanks, as I generally do in the winter; and the pastor's wife, who's learning to sew at the moment, observed that it must have been very hard to sew. It's a good quality
I touched on this matter in passing when I was talking about stage costuming in an earlier post, but it is worth going into quite a lot more detail here, because it's important for... well, basically, anyone with boobs. And this is something I do know quite a
You remember that American recipe book that had the recipe for the clafoutis that it took me four attempts to get to work properly? It also had one for a banana loaf, which was, rather mysteriously, filed under "breakfast". (Indeed, a surprising amount of things we'd
I first came across the soma cube many years ago; I can't recall exactly how old I was at the time, but I would have been anywhere up to my early teens, because I wasn't yet old enough to be allowed to spend my pocket money
I can't recall at what point I decided that Porthos' Christmas present this year was going to be a cuddly dragon, but it was quite early - I definitely knew before I went to the concert at the beginning of October, because I remember telling his mother
in 2007 my sister got married. And that was great, all the more so because I was in fact the one who'd introduced her to her husband - although I really hadn't expected what would happen. He was (and is) very quiet, and my sister is
It occurs to me that I haven't yet talked about the process I go through when I'm choosing a pattern; and it's probably worth doing that, because that process is going to be a bit different for everyone. And, as it happens, I chose
I can't remember exactly why Porthos wanted a frock coat. I mean, yes, he is a semi-pro countertenor (and a very good one at that), so he does sing on the stage; but I'm fairly sure it wasn't for that. But, anyway, for whatever