Hello lovely readers!
After the total failure of the stripy romper, I am relieved to tell you my sewing mojo came back on Saturday night - I finished my Megan Dress. Cue happy dance. Or, happy bike ride.
Look what I bought myself with the money from selling my dear old little silver car - this mint green beauty has entered my life! I've been a reluctant cycler, dragging my heels at any suggestions of family bike riding action, and, preferring to drive behind in the support vehicle, and turn up just in time to join in with the cafe bit of the outing.
What changed? Well, with Charlotte getting big enough to go in a bike seat, and with even the littlest big girl (finally) breaking the all important peddling faster than walking pace speed barrier, it was getting harder to think of excuses not to join the cycling gang. My biggest gripe had been bikes just weren't that comfortable (or pretty, but I couldn't admit to that one). I'd admired my friend's Pendleton for a while - and she very kindly let me borrow it from her for a couple of days to see if I liked riding it. I did. And, judging by the uber cute kicking and gleeful squeals from Charlotte, she did too. A perfectly timed sale at the shop meant I hastily reserved a version of my own.
I won't bore you with the details of the first family ride. All I will say is the route out was green and glorious - we cycled alongside the beautiful river in Bedford until we reached Danish Camp (a bit of a let down if you're expecting actual Vikings, but the setting is perfect on a sunny day, and there is a bouncy castle that amuses the children in return for whatever overpriced options you have selected from the menu). The ride home would have been fine, except for the flat tyre on the biggest girl's bike (meaning she and her Daddy and his back seat biker had to walk the entire way home) and the now over tired wailing baby seated behind me for my cycle home with the middle girl. I am told the walking cyclists had to be bribed/motivated with the promise of milk and biscuits at the Kiosk in the Park on the way home, which did the job (along with threats to leave them behind) and they eventually arrived home about an hour or so after us. Still, you can't have it all and life with a gang of little ones doesn't always run smoothly, does it - but next time we'll take a pump with us!
Anyway, the dress.
Yes. Back to the dress.
This is my first proper make from Love at First Stitch. I'd said I was going to do one a month - mainly to force myself to slow down and take my time over some of the details and steps I often miss out, like making a toile.
I did that a couple of weekends ago. It worked out fine, with no adjustments needed. Phew. I moved on and cut out the actual dress pieces, so they would be ready to sew the next time I had a spare evening to devote to the dress.
So, Saturday night came, and I had a couple of friends round to sew with me. I don't know if you sew socially, but this is undoubtedly one of my favourite ways to spend an evening. We natter away, and, okay, so the sewing usually goes a lot slower than it would if working alone, it is so much more fun to gossip together and have a good old catch up. Plus, your friends are on hand to coo in all the right places and offer help (or just laugh) when things go a bit wrong.
Luckily, all went pretty smoothly. By the time my friends went home, I was just starting the invisible zip. We all know how these can go one of two ways - either right first time or they end up being fitted and unpicked about three times and still not being quite right. The sewing gods were obviously smiling down on me - not only did my zip go in nicely first time, the print was so pleasingly matched up that I even pictured in my head how the scene would pan out if I was on Sewing Bee and Patrick was critiquing my derriere (purely for the sake of the pattern matching, obviously). Tell me I am not the only home sewer who, when basking in moments of success, let's their imagination get carried away with them and sees themselves on the Bee..?! Okay, moving on.
The fit is good. Looser than I would have imagined, but I quite like this, as it makes the dress easy to move about in and it feels nice and cool on a hot day. And, it goes nicely with my bike. Shallow, I know.
I'll definitely be making another Megan. I have the fabric lined up already - also from the Goldhawk Road day out during NYLon14. The next one will be a lovely nautical number, and that is all I am telling you for now. But first, I have used the remaining bit of fabric from this dress to cut out something else from the Love at First Stitch book. I know, I know I said one pattern per month, and it is still June. But rules are dull. And if you can't break your own rules, when can you? All I'm saying is that the next make I have planned and cut is super simple, and will be a little bit more cycling friendly.
Watch this space!
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