This is me, getting my latest toile pinned onto my body. In the office toilets. At lunchtime. With the help of a long-suffering colleague. Maybe the craziest thing I’ve ever done in a workplace bathroom. I know – I’m mad, me!
My boyfriend and I parted ways a few months ago. (Hi, Ian, if you’re reading! See you for lunch tomorrow!) It’s all good, but there’s one thing I can’t quite forgive him for. I no longer have a sewing slave at home to pin me into projects!!!! Really, how rude.
I’ve thought about training my dog, Ella, to help. But ever since I found her gnawing on a pin cushion I’m reluctant to let her near small, pointy things.
There must be other single people out there who are also dressmaking. How on earth do you negotiate the complicated task of fitting something to your own body when you don’t have an extra pair of hands and you’re not trained as a contortionist? Any hints and tips? Should I borrow someone’s child? Knock on a neighbour’s door? Or do I carry on dragging hard-working colleagues away from their desks?