Finally getting back into a routine here, with sewing definitely in the mix.
In June I’d pulled from stash (after at least 3 years), cut out and finished the edges on a lovely cotton lawn ( White Tree Fabrics, U.K.). Got it completed this past week (below left).
Used view D from this inspiredly (is that a word?) gifted pattern (thanks again to you know who), which I love to wear for sleep or lounging because it’s so comfortable.
Also just completed a gorgeously autumnal patterned cotton flannel caftan. That fabric I’d ordered whilst living in Chicago and is from fairly deep stash.
Originally, I’d thought I’d wear it a lot, but worried about the so-large pattern. Finally decided no one will see it but me, so why worry?
Am using a “pattern” from my head. Something I sewed up quickly one day in Northern California in the 90’s when I didn’t have time/money/whatever to go hunt for a pattern.
There the evenings used to get very cool in summer, unless El Niño was blowing all the cool Pacific air away. Residents called it Nature’s air conditioning. Carl Sandburg’s poem, “Fog,” expresses that summertime phenomenon perfectly.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
No leaves turning pretty colours round this lower East Coast. They just die, are brown, and fall off. Sigh.
Meanwhile, hope you Lovely Readers are comfy & cosy whichever side of the equator you’re on.