Sun 25 Oct 2009
I think it’s going to take me sometime to work out how to adapt patterns before I construct a garment. At the moment I still slavishly follow the pattern, reach the end and then have to figure out how to tweak it to make it fit. This dress is a perfect example.
It gaped in various places and I didn’t enjoy wearing it. Then I took it home to Yorkshire with me to get some advice from my mum and my granny. We spent a fun morning pulling and prodding and poking me/my dress, deciding where I could add in extra darts/tucks etc. It was great having three generations together, talking about sewing and I learnt a lot from both my mum and my granny that day. I went back down south with a plan and tweaked the dress so that now it fits better and I enjoy wearing it. It’s comfy, warm and gives a pleasing silhouette.
I didn’t know it at the time but that day is very special to me now. It was the last time I saw my granny. She was a wonderfully independent and interested woman. I know that she was proud that my sister and I enjoy crafts. Her quilts were my introduction to patchwork and I owe some of my love of fabric to her. I think it amused her that I enjoy embroidery. When I was 8 and declared that I wanted to learn to play the harp she was a key instigator in obtaining lessons for me. When I was in high school she joked that she followed my school terms and holidays by the colour of my hair. Not that I remember her complaining when I visited her with pink or black or red hair. However, when my mum remarried she did request that my sister and I didn’t turn up in our Doc Martin boots. I think I wore platforms instead. I miss granny.