Gingham not just for school uniforms

You might just be able to make out that this is a light blue gingham. It was meant to be a copy of a black and cherry print dress with I loved but wouldnt fit because of my boobs. As time went on I had to change this as it started to resemble a completely different dress in face it beared no relation.

Well this annoying stupid thing took but the majority of my sunday afternoon. I could have been watching the antiques roadshow and learnt about priceless pottery. But oh no....

I got so tired towards the end that I pinned the skirt to the wrong side of the back. I took this as a sign to stop. That and spanish football was on and the shouting in a fake spanish accent by my dad was putting me off. I think he wanted to get rid of me as he couldnt cope with the buzzing of the motor any more. That machine is bloody load.

Needless to say its still not finished. I havent done the sleeves. The collar needs doing, it needs to be heamed. And because of the alignment of my stiching I have to add a strip down the middle.

I also because I have big boobs need to show them off more so I need to show more cleavage.

No I dont like the pattern

The next two items where made out of the cheapest fabric. I didnt like the pattern but it was near enough free.

The skirt took 1 day. The dress a day and half two days....

The dress was copied from a plain gap dress that I brought and wore to my mum's funeral. For obvious reasons I dont want to wear it again. Unfortunately I decided to add a middle band to it. This wasnt really a good idea. But I dont think that you can really see it in the picture so I will lie and say its all great......

Take the time to look at the back of the dress. Those long zips are a bitch to fit.

Buy Buy Buy

Even when I didnt have a working machine I was buying fabric. I was born in the eighties and greed is good culture somehow take over whenever I am in fabric shops. I go to the asian material shops and on the basis that they are cheap and there are loads of them in London. When you go to central London and see the price of material it makes me feel sick to the bone. Plus there is the one remaining button shop on the street that I go shopping on. It full of machine bits and zips. I have a pot of hundreds of buttons now. Is it wrong that I buy the buttons and think about what I am going to do with them after?

Plus charity shops sometimes have cards of buttons I keep getting myself into that trap as well.

So there are two kinds of material that I get. Some that I would like to wear and others that are ugly and I buy simply to practice on.

The big time

For more than a month I became a stalker on the internet. I was stalking sewing machines. Day and night I looked at sewing machines. After visiting a sewing machine shop I had been advised that I shouldn't bother with a new singer machine to replace the old one. The company had goine bust and the new machines where no good. After my experience with the old brother I didnt want to go down that road again. It started off on websites of department stress. I had been advised about a model by the man in the shop. I saw it in variaring different prices.

(image is not of actual machine)

I then decided Ebay get an old singer one. I watched like a hawk. Losing two. By this time I was getting angry. I decided that with any domestic machine they would not withstand the amount of sewing that I was planning to do in my mind.

An industrial machine it would have to be. They are bloody experience. Even on ebay a second hand one could be £400. Not ready to pay that but if I could get one for a resonable amount I would go for it.





Then I found out that they weighed a tone. Great no car how could I drag that home.





I had been added by a kind donation from a well placed bet.





Gumtree had a few. Lastly I looked on loop when I was sick of the site of images of sewing machines. It was around the corner. Wicked. I rang the number had a confused conversation with a lady who didnt speak very good english.





After three visits that bad boy was mine....

My first decent make

The first item I made that I was willing to wear outside the house. I even wore it to a christmas party. I told people that I made it. They where not that impressed. Bitches. Well it took two days to make it. That is not constantly mind. It was on my mum's 1970s singer that now has problems with the tension wheel.

As a result of this I brought a new cheap brother. It was shit. This has not stopped me going on to buy another brother mind.

My new life as a seamstress

Yes I do have too much time on my hands,

Now that I have an industrial sewing machine I am sewing my way out of bordem.

I work myself so hard I might as well as be a sweat shop. In fact I would at least earn 2pence per hour.

By the end of the year I hope to be making prom dresses. Maybe one can star on my super 16 as some bitch gets a new BM and will zoom past me at the bus stop. One can only dream.