sewing, the Great New Year's Cull, Lughnasadh
I am aiming to do the style on the model. But with plain fabric with patterned contrast as that is what I have in my lovely stash from the lovely Susan. So far I have spent masses of hours on this project and to date I have cut out all the paper pattern pieces for style C, cut out the main fabric and tonight cut out the contrast fabric. I have yet to cut out the interfacing and then, then I can have a crack at the sewing part. Hmmmmmm. Not sure if I'm big enough for this project.
In other totally riveting news, I have extended the Great New Year's Cull to the outside of our home. Broken buckets, the stolen orange road cone from several inhabitants ago, the plastic packaging for the bed we bought four years ago, furniture which is in rotten pieces and utterly unfixable, rose clippings (too ruthless for my compost) - they and more flotsam went to the dump today. Most satisfying and later this week there will be more.
I finally sewed the paua buttons on Lyra's baby jacket this morning and posted it. No photo as another exciting job today was to take the camera back to the shop to get fixed. This means I am finished knitting but that's good as I clearly have to spend the next hundred evenings sewing New Look 6674. Not sure where I will fit in writing for writers' group. And hosting the outlaws.
Another thing I bought in Golden Bay was a pagan wheel of the year arranged for the southern hemisphere. When I was pregnant with my daughter and we chose the name Brighid for her, I was reading as much as I could find online about the goddess Brighid (later St Brighid and later still some pope took the title off her) and that is how I found out about Imbolc, which is on February 1st and for some time I was convinced I would have her on 1 Feb, right up until I had her several days earlier that is. In southern hemisphere terms, we are nearly up to the fire festival of Lughnasadh, which is also a harvest festival.
Of course, modern work timetables don't fit in with a pagan wheel of the year (I tend to think of it as a Celtic wheel but the poster calls it pagan) and so just when I could be tripping merrily around a bonfire and feasting on the bounty of our summer harvest, I will be back at paid work for the first time in many weeks. Still thinking about this though - I like the idea of a harvest celebration.