I am feeling a bit frumpy. I suppose I am a bit frumpy. I gave myself a fright yesterday when I took a few innocent selfies to show you a sparkly top I had made before Christmas. As you can see, I am not sharing the full fashion shoot. I was going to spare you the pain but then I thought heck, you can cope with a few wrinkles. I don't know what happened to my face and neck, both all of a sudden got all creased and wrinkled and puffy all at once. You know the kind of creases that you might find in the morning when you have been sleeping with your face pressed into the pillow (drooling gently in my case)? The kind of crease that you can move to a different part of our face? I have some of those, and and plenty of normal wrinkles, too. I am turning 50 this year and I look it.
Back to the fashion part of this post. The sparkly top is simple raglan t-shirt with front and back made of colourful sequins. The pattern is by Blank Slate (Rivage Raglan). It is my favourite t-shirt pattern. I've only worn the sparkly top a couple of time because it is a bit scratchy, even with a camisole underneath. I am not sure why I wanted to make a sequinned top, it is not my usual style but I quite like it. Sewing with sequinned fabric is not as tricky as I thought it would be. I used my sewing machine rather than the overlocker. I wasn't sure if the blades would be blunted when cutting the through the sequins. If you have tried this, let me know. Now that I know that sewing with sequin fabric is no more challenging than normal sewing, I might make something more elegant. If only I had the need for a beautiful evening gown! The fabric is from MinervaCrafts. If there was ever an online fabric shop in urgent need of a good website designer, this is it. One example of a major flaw is that fabric can only be ordered in 1 metre increments. No half metres or 1.5 metres or (gasp) 1.2 metres. Not good for those of us who would like to sew more sustainably. Mind you, sequin fabric is no doubt a crime against the environment. It is also difficult to find specific items because the search function is rubbish. I rarely buy at this vast online emporium of all things creative, which is a shame because it has so much to offer.
On to some other random news...
I have gained a bit of reputation as birdwatcher. I got not one but two emails from a colleague and a friend respectively to alert me to the recent waxwing sightings in the Westend of Glasgow. I've seen a pair a few years ago although at the time I didn't know it was waxwings. Little did I know then! I only really watch birds in my garden and when I am out walking. There are some interesting sightings here, too. A female blackcap visits sometimes. These birds usually migrate South in the winter and I have never seen one before, not even in the summer. I can't help to think that the changing weather patterns are to blame.
I just finished listening to The Lost Man by Jane Harper. I love this book, the narrator was really good, as was the story. I felt I was right there in the Australian outback, covered with an imaginary layer of red dust. Thank you CJ and Liz for the recommendation. I am listening to War Doctor by David Nott. It is grim but fascinating.
Woman's hour was good last week. I listened to all five episodes during the weekend. One of the features of the week was how it feels to be fat. The women talking were just awesome. Although I have lost a lot of weight last year, I am still quite overweight and I found the features quite difficult to listen to, emotionally. Body positivity is very trendy but it occured to me while listening to one of the women that is not easy to feel positive about yourself when you are at the top of the stairs gasping for breath, or when tying your shoe laces becomes a struggle. I am glad to say that I don't have those problems.
Today started with a an explosion of porridge. James dropped a hot bowl on the floor. The bowl remained intact but the porridge was everywhere, including my freshly laundered clothes that were looking for attention in a big blue Ikea bag nearby. I now know that it is not an easy task to scrape porridge of an old wood panel door. I did my best but there might still be some left, which now will solidify into immovable porridge concrete. I wonder if porridge might be a useful building material.
I am looking forward to the next session with the beginner's running group. The first session was fun and I was pleased to find myself somewhere in the middle of the pack. The coach kept saying that we should only focus on our own pace but honestly, nobody wants to be last. Apparently the running club is going to do a park run takeover at the end of the programme... regular club members are marshalling and encouraging us newbies along the route. I am not sure how I feel about this.
James enjoyed a very muddy weekend. He went to cross country training on Saturday (heavy rain and high winds) and competed in his first cyclocross race on Sunday (no rain). He thought both were amazing. I don't know where he finds the determination to subject himself to what I would consider pure torture...
Our house is battered by wind, hail and rain. I am going to miss my evening run I think.
Thanks for stopping by, it is good to see you.