I love a good train journey, I do.
Ha, not really, but I’d definitely understand if you thought I did. Truth be told, a 7.55 train to Brighton is not my idea of a perfect Sunday morning, but on Me Made Day six, that’s what had to be done.
Day six’s outfit is proving itself to be quite the seasoned traveller – this is exactly what I wore on the way to York! Dresses are just so much easier than seperates, you don’t need to mess about so much with worrying about what tucks into where and print-clashing and whatnot.
Happily, this little number has not been lying neglected in the back of my cupboard lately, but I’m ashamed to admit it did for some time after it was made. The fabric is beautiful, navy blue with flocked velvet hearts, and the shape is very, very flattering, so why was it left unworn?
Well, truth be told, the problem lay with the sleeves. They were pretty puffy and just a little too cutesy for me. So a few months ago, I snipped them off and finished the sleeves with some bias binding. Voila, a dress worn far, far more often.
I nearly ended up giving this one away! Just over a year ago, I was roped in to doing a charity fashion show with various gubbins I’d made. It was quite funny really, because, unlike the retailers showing their clothes on the day, there was actually no theme or correlation between my items whatsoever.
My then colleague and good friend Leonie threatened to steal the dress from me after she wore it down the catwalk and I seriously considered giving it to her, because I just didn’t wear it that much. But, to be honest, it’s probably the most well-made garment I’ve ever turned out.
Unfortunately for Leonie, that means it’s a keeper! I still have the pattern, so I’ve always meant to make her one – she’s getting married soon, so perhaps it could be a gift to the bride.
Oh and I definitely should mention that yesterday I got to meet the lovely Zoe in person! Yay! Along with her fiance, Pat, in his Zoe-made shirt, and the brilliant Rehanon in a fabulous me-made mint dress, we had a nose at some of Brighton’s open art houses.
Basically, artists open their houses to the public for a month, showcasing their work in a homely environment. It’s a surreal experience, wandering around a stranger’s living room and looking at their art, but definitely one I’d recommend.
I should probably get to sleep now, as I begin my placement at journalism.co.uk tomorrow! Eek! Wish me luck!