Front of dress
A roomy lawn cotton dress with a nearly hidden pocket for little treasures..
Back of dress with deep v-neck to slip over head
..with no zips or buttons, so it’s easy to put on without Mum’s help..
Clean-finished seams
..and as beautiful on the inside as it is on the out.
Pattern by Burda.
Oh my goodness! I just realised I was boasting about how much sewing I was doing and how I was going to share photos..and then didn’t! Forgive me.
I was sewing. Then I stopped. I decided to get into action (of another sort) and organise a shop. It’s nearly there, so I should be able to share it with you in a couple of weeks.
So for now, I leave you with this small Christmas skirt. It’s made of snuggly medium-weight velvet with a slight stretch, perfect for keeping little legs warm while playing in the snow. Best of all? It’s my own pattern.
It’s been busy here recently, apart from buying the fabric-I-wasn’t-going-to-buy, I’ve been sewing lots and pics will follow soon, promise. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a link to a blog with a phrase that enters my mind frequently, Stop Staring and Start Sewing (because I love fabric and hate taking that first snip, so stare for days on end). She’s just been to the Quilt Market in Houston and has uploaded TONS of pics that leave me, well, staring and doing rather little sewing.
Of course, were I super, dooper organised I would order some of the fabrics on show (Anna Maria Horner especially) to Europe in time for holidays in the old world, but I’m not that organised. Shipping to Egypt is far, far too expensive to even bother ordering anything from here, never mind customs duties payable on arrival. I’m sticking with shopping in the Egyptian fabric market and drooling all over my keyboard!
..and came back with t-w-e-n-t-y s-i-x m-e-t-r-e-s
(yes, that’s 28 yards)
of fabric she wasn’t looking for. Hmm.
Fabric gluttony? Or perhaps just someone whom experience has taught that if it’s in the market now, it won’t be when she’s looking for it?
Either way, aren’t they beautiful?
I started making this as a quick project. Just a few hours. Then I realised I’d made the fundamental mistake of not having enough fabric for the original pattern.
Determined not to give up, having cut and sewn the bodice, I modified the pattern and added a ruffle.
It’s my first..and I have a feeling it won’t be my last!
I recently had the opportunity to help transform a room for a party.
A large ghastly red door needed to be prettified, so a large piece of grey cotton neutralised the offending colour.
Party-goers helped make the handmade cotton flowers and attach them to thick satin ribbon.
This is a reconstruction..everything was carefully ironed at the time!
A little change after so much pink! A blue so-deep-you-can-get-lost-in-it feather to peek out between gentle blonde curls.
A little girl who wears a long pink dress becomes a princess. A little princess has to have flowers in her hair. A real princess has to have flowers to match her dress.
The stack of fabric from the last post became this: Elodie’s dress.
Pure silk shantung, with a pure silk chiffon sash (a nightmare to sew..) and a silk mix lining. This dress took a fair amount of time to make, but relieved in stress what it swallowed in hours!
(If you are observant, you will see the black stitches along the hem. These photos were taken before Elodie had her fitting.)
I haven’t been around for a little while because I’ve been terribly busy. My latest project is a special dress for Elodie. I’ve made a muslin for her to try on for size before I start cutting these silks. I’m really looking forward to this one!
“What large eyes you’ve got!” she exclaimed.
“All the better to see you with.”
“What large teeth you’ve got!”
“All the better to eat you with!”
Under her red cape, Little Red Riding Hood must have worn a dress like this.
Small flowers. Floppy flowers. Individually cut petals. Hand beaded stamen.
Begging to be put in swept back hair, pinned on a jumper or attached to a bag.
That is, of course, if Mr MacTavish lets them go!
Last year I tried hard to design a template for an elephant – my first ever stuffed animal (plushy). It was all fine, but the belly just wouldn’t work. Eventually I gave up and looked for a pattern instead. Lo and behold, I couldn’t find one!
Then, in a whim of madness (because my French is bad) I bought French Burda magazine this month. And what do you know, they had a template for a sitting down elephant! It took some time, dictionaries and cursing, but Elephant is here.
Mr MacTavish is not so sure if Elephant is competition or not. He thought he’d test him out – by hitting Elephant’s trunk.
That was after he’d given it a good old sniff.
I’m in an as yet unnamed stage that occurs just before I make something new. It consists of a lot of pacing, even more pondering, a fair amount of staring at fabrics and pulling them out before realising I have ‘not enough’ which soon turns into ‘don’t be silly, just pick something and do it’.
In the meantime, Mr MacTavish likes to cosy up behind the silent sewing machine and wait until the fun begins.
Yum yum!
I used to love macaroons when I was a child. They came in a papery-plastic wrapper and for some reason, even in Scotland, they were not always easy to find.
I still remember Mrs. Sinclair, my teacher when I was seven, who made macaroons with us at school. Why we did that, I have no idea, but because of that day she has a place in my personal hall of fame.
After that, I spent the rest of my childhood (umm and some of my adulthood..) insisting that they are made with potato. They really are. Don’t laugh, I now have the proof. Test it and see:
Ingredients:
One small potato
APPROX 500g/20z icing/confectionary/powered sugar – have more just in case (this is not an exact science!)
Chocolate for melting and dipping the macaroons in.
Two big handfuls of dessicated coconut in a bowl (toasted if you wish – more authentic)
Boil the potato so it can be mashed. While it is boiling, sift the sugar into a dry bowl. When the potato is soft, mash it with a fork and then gradually add sugar while beating the mixture with an electric mixer. You know it’s ready when the mixture is very stiff. Make shapes out of the mixture, bars, balls or whatever takes your fancy and pop them in the fridge.
Melt some chocolate in a bain-mairie or a thick bottomed pan over a very low heat (you can turn the v. low heat on and off to lower the average temperature). Roll the chilled shapes in the moulten chocolate and then in a bowl of coconut and place on a sheet of aluminium foil. Pop in fridge when the shape is hard enough to move without damaging it.
Try not to eat before the chocolate completely hardens!
If the bars end up too big after the chocolate and coconut, break them up into ‘bites’ – they last longer that way.
Fits waist 50-55cm (19-21 inches)
This is for little Donya. It is the same style as the ‘hot pink tutu‘ and made with the same colours, in a different order, plus a little bit of gold..
A number of people have asked me what I am doing with the tutus that I make. Until now, I’ve been primarily giving them away as presents. I have built up rather a stock and my enthusiasm for making them has yet to diminsh, so you too can now have a tutu. Please see Tutus to you.
Fits waist 43-47cm (17-19 inches)
This tutu is a new style and even fuller than the previous ones.
I can’t stop making them now, think I’ve become addicted!
Fits waist 48-53cm (19-21 inches)
Because not everybody wants to be pretty in pink!
Fits waist 48-53cm (18-19 inches)
The last Sugar Plum Fairy Tutu was sold. Kind of by accident really. I liked it so much, I made another!
Fits waist 48-53cm (19-21 inches)
An intermittent internet connection has seen me not post, but I’ve been buzzing away in my little studio with rosebuds and glittery tutus.
Sugar Plum Fairy long tutu (ages 5-6)
I used to be fascinated by tutus when I was a child. It seemed magical that the horizontal tutus managed to remain horizontal. The ballerina dancing on pointe took the experience to other-worldly. What I loved most, however, were classical tutus. The dancer’s skirt floated with her through the air, as if held up by hundreds of fairies.
Spring Faerie tutu with satin ribbon waistband (age 4-5)
A new tutu. Thinner this time. More etherial, for skipping softly through new spring grass.
Mermaid tutu with blue satin ribbon (ages 5-6)
I just can’t get enough! No matter how much I shower, vacuum and brush, I cannot get the sparkles out of my life. Absolutely fantastic!
I love to make things. This is where I record my work and share interesting little things I stumble across both online and in the streets of Cairo, Egypt, where I live.
