Time to let go...

A tiny piece of wool tweed (hoarded for more than two decades)

+

cream silk charmeuse (harvested from a blouse which has been hoarded for almost as long)

+

silk thread left over from my wedding dress (and hoarded etc)

= 

high-stakes sewing.

I could have raised the stakes still further with an ultra-complex pattern, but luckily that just wasn't an option: any extra seams or tucks or flounces would have eaten too far into my scraps of fabric.

So instead, we have a super-simple pinafore made from super-sentimental materials.

I sewed it up just like the Cloth-kits Peekaboo dress, though this time I traced around an existing dress with a particularly lovely shape (it was passed on by a friend who had her children in France, and it seems to bear out that stereotype about French clothes always being perfectly cut).

Perhaps a confident French seamstress would have left it unembellished, but my nerve failed and I added some cotton lace, appliqued (apologies if that isn't a word) just below the waist. It came from the stash as well, of course. The loss of nerve may have been linked to the phrase 'oh no, that'll be like sack-cloth' which my husband may have let slip during the cutting out. But it seems a happy addition, either way.

So, photo-shoot over. It's time to see if my daughter likes it. 

And if she does (and I do hope she will) it will soon be encountering paint, glue, mud, glitter, hot chocolate, toothpaste and tomato soup.

Now I need to let go...