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Showing posts with label apples. Show all posts
Showing posts with label apples. Show all posts

Monday, 27 February 2012

Inspiration all around - and a touch of thriftiness


 One of my new favourite blogs is Handmade by Carolyn, which is a joy to read and has an appealing and sensible ethos, all about making things which are both beautiful and necessary, with minimal waste. It's clean, green and elegant: just what I aspire to on runcibledays. So why do I have a huge trunk full of fabric remnants? When I look at it, I feel the need to use up some of my hoarded fabrics and scraps before even contemplating any more shopping.


On the other hand, sometimes the hoarded-fabric-trunk-of-shame just doesn't contain the right material for the task in hand. Baby girl needed a hooded towel to keep her warm after swimming, and it seemed like one of those win-win situations where the cost of the materials really would be less than the cost of buying one ready make.  So, I went out and bought a metre of off-white towelling.  I felt the good intentions had slipped a little, but promised myself that I would put every inch to good use.





Here's my hooded towel - sweet and simple. It has ears, of course. It might have been a sheep, or possibly a polar bear, but in fact the children identified it immediately as a panda. They must have been seeing the subtler details that I'd missed!

There wasn't much towelling left, but certainly enough that I'd usually have stashed it away. Instead I turned to Amy's bib tutorial at Lots of Pink Here, as my last batch of home-made bibs have been in constant rotation for over a year and are looking a bit tired. The new ones are much more fun.




I used scraps for the fronts, and backed them with the left-over towelling. Quick, stash-busting  fun! I made two small changes: one was to draft my own bib with a side fastening, so as to avoid getting hair caught in the back fastening; and the other was that I left off the trim as I didn't have any ric-rac in appropriate colours. I'll be coming back to Amy's pattern, though, and will do it properly next time - it would make a lovely gift for a new baby.

There were only a few tiny snippets of towelling remaining, and oddments of the apple fabric. Doesn't apple fabric just cry out to be made into an i-pod case? I followed a tutorial from Dog under my Desk, which had been flagged up by another sewing friend. 





Everything about this little case is intrinsically pleasing, from the clever construction (oh, that zip!), to the clever storage solution (I was constantly fiddling with tangled wires before, but miraculously, they don't tangle inside the case) to the oh-so-satisfied feeling of having put all that towelling to good use. There's no time to feel smug about using my scraps, though, whilst there are so many more still waiting. Some sort of good resolution is needed... I just need to work on the details.

Oh, and one other thought, from another favourite blog of the moment... I'm tempted to suggest that this was not only efficient, but also economical use of fabric, at £4.50 for the towelling, plus a few scraps and a zip from way-back-when. But then I think of the (inspirational) Selfish Seamstress, and her notional hourly rate of $85. If I adopted that (in £, of course) then the costs would soar to the point where I might as well have spun the towel out of gold.

Off to work on that good resolution now - it might take some time! Meanwhile, thank you to all the talented people whose patterns I followed and whose ideas I've borrowed for this post.



Sunday, 28 November 2010

I say potato and you say...

One of the (unexpected) joys of this blog is looking at the 'stats' page and finding out who has been visiting me at runcibledays. I love looking at the map and knowing that someone in Portugal - or Chile, or Reunion, or Mexico - has been interested enough to read about my goings-on in England. And I love reading blogs from around the world and getting glimpses into other people's lives.

Every now and then I come across a word or a turn of phrase which reminds me that English is not quite the same language all around the world. When I lived in Queensland I soon learned that 'crook' can describe health rather than morality,  that 'thongs' can be footwear rather than lingerie, and why Australians are so entertained by talk of 'rooting' for a team. There was a whole thread on the O+S flickr group recently about alternative words for crossness on different continents. Even in the relatively contained world of sewing, there's always confusion to be found in the pants / trousers / bloomers situation.

And so, on to exhibit A: the Oliver + S Music Box Jumper...

Front view of the apple jumper 

and the back - with poppers (or maybe snaps?)
Isn't it lovely? I nearly missed this pattern altogether because when I hear 'jumper' I think 'woolly'. Apparently not in America (though I'm ready to be corrected on this one!). Anyway, this is a gorgeously simple little dress, which I'd probably have called a pinafore. The bodice is lined, and with french seams to finish the skirt the whole construction is a delight.

Music box jumper - the inside view.

I'm already making another - in a smaller print this time, hoping it will prove more pleat-friendly.

Thank you for looking, wherever you are!

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

In the orchard

 A celebration of apples, autumn and good neighbours...



The autumn sunshine is so lovely today that it has enticed me away from the sewing machine and into the garden.


It isn't really my own orchard (never mind) but a branch of our neighbours' tree which overhangs the garden wall. And they have, very kindly, given their blessing to a bit of controlled scrumping every autumn.



So, runciblegirl is learning to eat solids on a theme of apple mush. Apple and pear puree is a hit (the pears came from the neighbours on the other side - what can we offer in return?). Broccoli, carrot and apple has also been a surprising success.  Cauliflower, apple and squash is not quite so popular (and who can blame her?).







Meanwhile, it's apple crumble season for the rest of us, or occasionally tarte tatin if I'm feeling the need for a domestic goddess moment. The crumble is mainly a vehicle for lots of custard: the boys have been brainwashed into believing the skin is the best bit (ugh!) and they squabble over who gets to eat it






Back to sewing next time...