Blimey what a project. I only want a cardigan/soft jacket which fits me well.
I've been working on McCalls 6844 for a long time and tonight I sewed the jacket neck band on, so although there is pressing, top stitching and hemming to go, I do have a completed shape.
It's all baggy under the arms. Also, I don't think I have quite the line at the waist (there is a peplum falling from the waist) which I want. I can see I did need to do an FBA, but possibly a length only one.
I might be able to alter it at the sides a bit - I'll try that over the next few days.
Also, it would appear that I have extremely short arms and narrow shoulders. I took 2.5cm off the shoulders and need to take 2-3cm more off. I took 9cm off the sleeves and need to take 4-5cm more off.
No photos. Just notes as I think through what happens next. This was the wearable muslin, out of marked down fabric (yet to find out just why merino was marked down from $24/metre to $8/metre. I have some heavy-ish weight black merino for the next rendition.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
She added some socks and gumboots and a hoodie and off we went to see Tinkerbell and the Pirate Fairy at the movies. Appalling gender constructions, but I tried to leave that at the door and I did really love seeing Brighid's pleasure in the film.
1. A Girl is a Half Formed Thing by Eimear McBride. I think it is worth the prizes and acclaim it has won. Not happy reading, but more worth it than I had feared given I had read some plot info already. This White Review interview with McBride is thoughtful and much better than most interviews with authors (or perhaps I usually read in the wrong places).
2. The Cleaner of Chartres by Salley Vickers. Vickers once again manages to win reasonable literary acclaim at the same time as writing a deeply satisfying curling up in bed restorative story.
3. I've just started The Collected Works of A J Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin. Fabulous so far.
In the garden, everything is wet. Soaked to the core and out to the rims again. I think my tulips have all rotted in it. Shame, given that this is the year when I splashed out on more than ever before. The daffodils and irises are obviously made of tougher stuff, and the snowdrops are looking lovely out the front already. I do still have coriander in the garden, and lots of kale, spinach, silverbeet, mesclun, some rocket and masses of miners lettuce. Not bad for the middle of winter.
The main triumph is that the illness which laid us up for eight days has finally departed. Good bye and good riddance to that series of gastro disasters.