#sewingvloggerlife

Once upon a time, I had a normal life.

A relatively normal life.

OK, fine, a semblance of a normal life that’s actually a bit nerdy and old-fashioned and packed full of random roadtrips.

Now? Now, I have a #sewingvloggerlife.

There was no gradual change to this new life. No, it just rocked up on my doorstep, let itself in and made itself at home. And just like that, I went from someone who liked a little bit of sewing and knitting and also happened to own a camera to someone with a #sewingvloggerlife and an ovewhelming suspicion that nothing was ever going to be the same again.

But what does a #sewingvloggerlife look like?

In my case, it began with showing everyone my underwear. Continue reading

Not a New Bookmark

Once upon a time, I was given a bookmark that quickly became my favourite.  It was made of fabric with glorious stars on one side and another pattern on the other that I can’t remember (clearly I didn’t look at this side quite as much).  Small weights were sealed in either end to keep the bookmark in place or to hold down fly-away pages if you happened to be reading in a breeze, which happens more often than you might think.

As time went by and the well-loved bookmark kept my place in book after book, certain wear and tear began to take place.  A little hole here.  A little patch there.

Eventually, I had to face facts: if I didn’t do something soon, the weights were going to fall out of the rapidly-developing holes and my bookmark would be no more.  But I didn’t want a new bookmark, so what could I do? Continue reading

The Accidental Collector

How many sewing machines does a normal person have?  Because I have six (seven, if you include the overlocker I’m unlikely to use at any point).  Seven seems a little more than average to me.

Seven seems a bit like a collection.

The weird thing is, I have no idea how it happened. Continue reading

Playing with Dolls

For a moment there, I considered starting this post in mysterious fashion, talking about how my latest sewing project isn’t going to be for me and should take less time because I’ll be sewing for someone a lot smaller than me.  Two smaller someones, in fact.

Then I realised everyone would probably think I was pregnant with twins, so I decided to give the cryptic approach a miss and come straight out with it: I’m going to play with dolls. Continue reading