Roll up! Roll up!
Let’s do the exciting stuff first, shall we? My failures with the Sencha blouse have been documented here. But one Sewist’s failure may still be another Sewist’s success! There’s no earthly reason why this pattern should sit languishing at the bottom of my sewing box, so I’m putting it out there for one of you lovely people to win, should you so choose to rise to the Challenge of Sencha. (It can’t be that challenging for most people. This pattern is rated ‘Beginner’.) I’d love to see someone make this into a blouse to die for. (I only managed to make it into a blouse that made me want to die.)
Some details: the pattern is cut out to a size 10. (38 1/2 bust, 30 1/2 waist, 40 1/2 hip.) I apologise to sewing purists out there who would only ever trace from a pattern. I get stuck in with the scissors! So if you don’t want a pattern that’s already been cut out, this offer isn’t for you. I should also – ahem – admit to a grease spot on one of the pattern pieces, thanks to placing it on a kitchen counter. But it’s no biggie and certainly shouldn’t affect any of your fabrics.
Photo below of the pattern pieces cut out but carefully placed back in the pattern:
One Careful(ish) Owner
So how do you get your hands on this scrummy pattern from covetable Colette Patterns? Answers in my comments box by 10am Greenwich Mean Time (London time) Friday 16 July to the following question:
What was your favourite item of clothing as a child?
Needless to say, I shall pick a winner based purely on the subjective, the entertaining and the mood I happen to be in on Friday morning. I am happy to post this baby anywhere in the world so come one, come all!
To answer my own question… Ooh, this one’s quite hard, isn’t it? Okay, it would have to be the flared jeans with the appliqued butterflies. Or was it the orange night dress that I insisted on still wearing to bed years after I’d outgrown it? It definitely wasn’t ever any of the scratchy aran jumpers that my dear Nana made for my sisters and I.
Okay. Your turn!
In other news, I’ve been nursing the end of a cold which meant I couldn’t turn up to the 10k race I was meant to do this morning. Though someone else did! What a shame. Two London Sewists could have been panting, side by side. A big well done to Fehr Trade!
Instead, I spread out on my sofa and comforted myself with mohair and silk as the shawl I’m making slowly grew:
Oh, the recuperative qualities of quiet, repetitive knitting. Just having this wool between my fingers made me feel better. On Friday I stopped by the Conran shop on Marylebone High Street. I like popping in here, just to see how the other half live and what they spend their money on. There happened to be a sale and I left with a crazy coloured plastic wicker basket. ‘This will come in useful,’ I told myself. But then I entirely failed to find a use for it. Make-up? No. Cotton wool balls? No. Jewellery? No. Everything had its place and was accounted for. Then inspiration struck as I went to place my fragile lace knitting on the floor beside the sofa. I could do better than that!
A place for everything, and everything in its place.