Remember how I told you that I went shopping with the girls on Saturday?
I wanted to get them some good winter clothes, something they might wear to go to church or other semi-formal events. (I can't tell you what other events but you know, somewhere that their favoured jeans wouldn't be suitable)
There was NOTHING! No, nothing. Not at the local shopping centre, anyway. Everything was so cheap looking. Cheap looking clothes that would have produced cheap looking girls. Even the more expensive stuff looked cheap. Does no-one wear nice clothes? Do young girls all look like tramps? Was I at the wrong places? Or do I have unrealistic expectations? I just don't know.
We trawled the shops and I grew increasingly frustrated. Eventually I said to them "Let's go look at pattern books" They didn't want me to make clothes. "We'll just look" I said.
I've never been much of a sewer and it must be fourteen years since I last did anything but kids trackpants but we went in anyway.
I opened a Burda book, I always liked the Burda patterns, and found a pattern for a dress I thought I could possibly make. The girls thought they could possibly wear the dress. Miracle of miracles!
Now to buy some fabric. The Princess picked a black woollen flannel, embroidered in red. It was a very adult fabric. "Wouldn't you like something more colourful?" No, she would not like something more colourful.
Then I asked the Tomboy "What fabric do you want?"
"I don't care, I just wanna get out of here" I was inclined to agree.
"Do you want the same as your sister? do you really want to do that whole twin thing?"
"I really don't care" says my Tomboy "I just want to go"
The deal was done.
Now I have to make the dresses.
I might need to do a whole lot less blogging!
Kylie,
ReplyDeleteWith 5 granddaughters living close by I can relate to shopping for clothes. I usually try to avoid going with them cuz we don't always agree on the different styles. Plus, everything is so cheaply made. I like to sew but never seem to find the extra time, and now gd #2 used my machine and left it out and the little ones played with it and lost the presser foot...so I am looking for replacement part. I had started cutting squares for a quilt. Oh, well...add it to my list.
I wish you good luck with the "project", keep us updated.
I think I will go have a nightcap at the "Onion", I hear they put in some slot machines, cha ching!!
till later,
Gig
I'm dying to say something here. However i want Jo to say something first! But we need Helen's help and Helen's busy, busy, busy!
ReplyDeletegig,
ReplyDeletei banned myself from blogging tonight until i cut out some of the pattern pieces.(actually i banned myself from posting and comments, not reading, it's tragic) i didnt do a lot, 3 pieces for each dress and of course, there will be two dresses. i couldnt find my pins so i had to draw the outline on the fabric and not with tailors chalk either! sounds like a disaster already, doesn't it?
time will tell.
lol
luv
k
mark, i'm just intrigued....what would you want to say about dresses? and why do you and jo need helen to help?
ReplyDeletec'mon, cough!
Kylie,
ReplyDeleteyou have two more awards at my place and one at debbie's place...put them in sidebar...please..
love you sweetie
bindi
Okay! okay! I'll cough.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a little tacker, dad used to work in the 'rag trade' as a presser in Flinders Lane, Melbourne. I'm talking mid 1970's. Anyhow, being the clever clogs that he is, he picked up a thing or two about cutting patterns and dressmaking, just by watching the seamstresses. So, he bought himself an electric SINGER sewing machine and ran up dresses and cowboy and indian costumes at home for my sisters and brothers. I can still see him in my mind's eye marking out the paper patterns onto the cloth , using that funny shaped blue chalk.
mid seventies?! i wish. actually, mid sixties :)
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