Brighton Rocks

Could those grins get any bigger?

A million years ago (okay, a few months back) I suggested a meet-up in Brighton after Zoe of So, Zo, relocated from Spain, was unable to attend a London get-together because of snow. Finally, the day dawned for catching a train from Victoria to the south coast. I was travelling with Handmade Jane and Pins & Needles. When I say ‘travelling’ I mean ‘talking ten to the dozen about everything we’ve been sewing’. We just happened to be sat on a train as we compared notes.

Zoe and Stevie met us from the station. For those of you who don’t already know, Zoe is the genius behind Me Made March, Me Made May and Self Stitched September. She’s also a really lovely woman. Hey! I was spending the day with four lovely women.

We started with coffee and a chat. Then Zoe suggested we get down to the serious business of fabric shopping. Wanna know how cool Zoe is in real life? She didn’t say, ‘Shall we settle the bill?’ or ‘Why don’t we go shopping now?’. Zoe suggested, ‘Shall we bust a groove?’ Yes, Zoe, I will happily bust a groove with you!

We wandered through a market that sold these:

Mmmm, yes please.

Gargh! No, thank you.

Brighton was looking gorgeous – a smorgasbord of vibrant colour:

Zoe made that coat and it is beauuooootiful in real life.

We stopped at the Brighton Sewing Centre:

Only Pins & Needles spent money, as others in our group were saving themselves for Ditto, where we arrived after walking past this gentleman:

Ditto is a great fabric shop. A really, really great fabric shop. There was so much to choose from, much of it unusual and most of it very reasonably priced. I bought three and a half metres of some cotton which I can’t show you because it’s swirling around in the washing machine. Later!

I was very impressed with the notebook that Pins & Needles whipped out in the shop:

All Sewists should have one of these.

Marching ever onwards, we then called in at a rambling vintage market where I bought a ring and a bangle:

Possibly not to be worn together.

Then it was quick march to a craft fair in a church:

Before we knew it, the time had come to hotfoot it back to London, laden down with fabric and with lovely new friendships and avowals to meet again/marry each other/have each other’s babies.

What can I say? It was a GREAT DAY. Thank you so much to Zoe and Stevie for showing us around Brighton. I thoroughly recommend that you organise your own sewing meet-ups. With so much in common, we’re never at a loss for anything to chat about. And you know what?

I’ve never met a Sewist I didn’t like.