 I like clothes. While it’s not with the passionate zeal I once did (remember back when NOTHING else mattered more than what you were wearing to your friend’s house party that weekend? Okay, you and I both know I was far too nerdy to go to house parties - after all, my favourite outfit was a Tokyo Ghetto Pussy t-shirt paired with a Pokémon backpack... but I think you get the sentiment). I’m delighted that my little sojourn into the sewing world is reigniting that little fashion fire within me.
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So, err... I have some news.
No, I'm not pregnant (a process which, for me, would involve months at a fertility clinic and therefore completely contradict the title of this post. I suppose there's always immaculate conception but let's be honest, "surprise" wouldn't exactly capture that scenario either, would it?). Let me show you:  Scarily accurate, token stock-image. This post is one of the hardest things I have ever written.
(At this point, you may be sceptical, as clearly I haven’t actually written anything yet. Technically, you're correct (not to mention pedantic). But the difference between us is: I know what’s coming.)  I recently knocked up this little beauty as my first ever foray into the world of commercial patterns. Not bad, eh?? I was shocked beyond belief that what emerged from the nightmare of fabric scraps and tangled cotton sprawled across the floorboards of several rooms (sorry babe) was a real, wearable piece of clothing that mildly resembled a garment one might actually pay for.
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The detail...A big dollop of love from my finger tips to your screen (I promise that's not as creepy as it sounds). xx Categories
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