For our non-UK readers, NHS Direct is a 24-hour telephone health information service.
Blog reader: Hello? NHS Direct? I’d like some help with a case of severe OCD.
NHS Direct: Okay, can you tell me how this is manifesting itself? What are you feeling compelled to do?
Blog reader: Oh, it’s not me. It’s this other woman.
NHS Direct: I understand. It must be a very difficult time for you. Is she family or a friend?
Blog reader: Neither. I’ve never met her before in my life. I read her blog and she keeps sewing these tops. It’s really scaring me now. She can’t seem to stop.
NHS Direct: Long pause. So you’re calling us about a blog? You do know that the coalition government is scrapping us, don’t you? I’m not sure this is the best use of our resources. Could you get off the phone, please?
Blog reader: But you don’t understand! I’m really worried about her. She’s made three of them now and I just want her to move on with her life.
Okay, I can take a hint! I’ll stop making these for myself* now. Just one last thing to say: this is my favourite version. I made it with vintage 60s fabric I bought during my weekend at Hay on Wye. Which means that every single time I wear this top I’ll remember happy times. The fit is the best of the three makes – it even goes over jeans.
*Did you see what I did there? I said I’d stop making these for myself. (And, let’s face it, that’s a lie.) But on my recent visit home, I virtually twisted my sister’s arm up her back and bullied her into allowing me to make a version of Sewaholic‘s Pendrell blouse for her. Brough-ha-ha!
I do promise not to blog about it. Maybe.