Wordless Wednesday



Vogue 9259 Short Jumpsuit: Pattern Review Pt 2

I knew that I would be making Vogue 9259 again after the success of the first one. Its a pattern that comes so easily together that when I decided I needed a hot pink number for the summer I reached for it. Except for this time, I made the “shorty shorts” view A.

Here is the line drawing:

I used some crepe fabric that I picked up from The Shuttle in Shipley. It washed well and irons quite nicely. It has what I like to call a “spongy” like texture. I didnt like topsticthing the fabric because of the texture so I opted to use a fair bit of hand sewing where I could. I think it gives the jumpsuit a more luxe look, but thats just my opinion.

Speaking of pictures, do you recall me talking about the StitchRoom Sewcial? And how we had a photoshoot for up to 2 outfits in a professional studio ? Well guess which outfit I took with me for that? :-)…

Vogue 9259
Vogue 9259
Vogue 9259
Vogue 9259
Vogue 9259

Vogue 9259

I used some silk habotai to line the waistband which makes it so very comfortable. Unfortunately I didnt manage to get interior pictures but they can be seen here on my Youtube video.


Verdict: a cute and dare I say it “sexy” little number that my hubs loves :-). Good thing its comfortable too!!!

Thanks for stopping by, until next time, Happy Sewing!

Peace and love,



The Mystery Blogger Award

I have been nominated by the zaney Demented Fairy for this award. I thoroughly enjoyed reading her post and so I have jumped in too.

“Mystery Blogger Award is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.” Created by: Okoto Enigma

Here are “The Rules” to the “Mystery Blogger Award”:

  • Thank whoever nominated you and include a link to their blog
  • Tell your readers three things about yourself
  • Answer the questions from the person who nominated you
  • Nominate 10 – 20 bloggers you feel deserve the award
  • Ask your nominees 5 questions of your choice, with one weird or funny one
  • Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  1. What’s the most embarrassing thing YOU’VE done?
  2. Where did you meet the love of your life?
  3. What’s your favourite holiday destination?
  4. What song do you want played at your funeral?
  5. Can I come over for tea?

Three things about me that you may not know –

I was a bed wetter until I was 11 years old. Brightest kid in school but I wet my bed – hence my firm belief in compassion for bed wetting in children. I know they dont want it to happen but its outside their control.

I failed my practical driving test 6 times when I was 18 and gave up. Then when I was 24 I got it the first time after I had waited months to book it in order to save up money in case I had to redo the exam again.

I am an introvert. Though I can be and do enjoy being around people it does tire me out and I need a recovery period.


The most embarrassing thing I have ever done. Way back when, I went on a blind date with a guy whom I totally ghosted by not answering calls or texts. About six months later I bumped into him at an event and I pretended to never have met him and played off how funny it is to find someone’s doppleganger. Yeah. Cringe.

Hugh Jackman and I will meet soon on a yacht cruising the Caribbean – our eyes will meet across a room where Careless Whisper is playing softly (it’s a Christmas cruise) and the electricity is tangible as we glide towards each other. He gazes into my eyes and says -“Is that a linen Giselle maxi dress with hand sewn sashiko embroidery?” I swoon :-).

Rome. Gelatarias around every corner – need I say more?

Let’s Get It On – Marvin Gaye. Seriously – I don’t want a funeral- I want a celebration of life and whats more life-affirming than getting it on eh?

Absolutely! Can you handle a table of 5 rowdy kids?


Now my turn! Here are my questions:

  1. What song will ALWAYS get you on the dance floor?
  2. Whats your signature dish?
  3. Your proudest moment was…….
  4. Favourite colour
  5. Your best dance move is….


I nominate





Ellens sewing passion





MCBN July: Linen Shirt Burda 7525

Blue skies, bright shining sun, birdsong. I love summer, the light grants bright vibrant colours. This July we have been out at dawn and dusk to catch the perfect light for photographs. I love how the linen shirt I made for my July Minerva make is in harmony with the current beautiful weather we are experiencing here in the North of England. Its almost as if when I ordered the fabric 3 months ago, I also ordered the perfect weather to wear it in once finished!

Here is the link that will take you to the post on the Minerva Craft Blogger Network. Enjoy!


Thanks for stopping by.

Peace and love,



Girl’s Jersey Dresses 04/2018 #128 #burdachallenge2018


There’s something about bright highly contrasting colours that I find attractive. During the last SEWDOWNDEWSBURY I bought 1 meter of such psychedelic swirling colours at Fabworks. Its not the best quality jersey – the pattern is printed – but it is not the worst either. It washed well and kept its brightness well for the quality of jersey it is. That is to say, it lost about 20% of the colour.

The pattern was one of my #burdachallenge2018 planned makes for April 2018. Its style number 128, here is the line drawing:

BurdaStyle 04/2018 #128

I think this particular issue of Burda has a lot of great kids patterns and I will be making more from it.

BurdaStyle 04/2018 #128 
BurdaStyle 04/2018 #128 

I traced the 110cm. They are 104cm currently, so they can grow into these. The pattern is a super fast sew. For the neckline, I just turned under and sewed with zigzag stitches. The contrast yoke is a scrap fabric that I picked up at a swap.

BurdaStyle 04/2018 #128 

The fit is just as I have come to expect from Burda – spot on for them. Up next I’d like to make these in a better quality jersey like maybe AGF.

BurdaStyle 04/2018 #128 

They love the dresses and they have been worn  A LOT since I sewed them up:-).

Thanks for stopping by! And until next time, Happy Sewing!

Peace and love,



I am a Triathelete.

Definition of triathlete

an athlete who competes in a triathlon.
I competed in the 2018 AJ Bell Leeds Triathlon.
I finished the race in 1 hour 9 minutes.
It was my first race.
It will not be my last.
I bought the Triathlete Training Bible by John Friel to prep for my next race.
I was hesitant to share this picture taken by the official photographers because, well, my face is not posing. In the end, I decided that vanity will not triumph.orig-WTLA1430
That’s the face of a woman who can hardly contain her emotion at reaching the finish line. At that moment, I was overwhelmed by the realisation of how far I had come to get to the finish line. It was a combination of euphoria, exhaustion, relief and a little sadness that it was all over.

Too many times my focus has been on the “ideal” me who could swim, cycle and run better, faster. I hardly ever stopped to look back and see that until 8 months before the race I couldn’t even tread water. I would panic whenever my feet could not touch the bottom of a pool. That was 8 months ago.

But on that day I had swam in a lake. A freaking lake. Granted I was one of the last ones out of the water in my wave, but still, it was a lake. I’m not going to sugarcoat it, the swim leg was the worst. The water was dirty and I couldn’t see where everyone else was going. I panicked initially at the realisation that my face was in serious danger of getting kicked. But I remembered my breathing to calm down and focused on finishing. By the time I got out of the water and walked on land again – I began to doubt myself. My hubs and kids were cheering me along the transition and I recall thinking “I’m always telling them to not give up, I cant give up“. With that, I put my head down and the swim leg behind me. Getting out of a wet wetsuit is no mean feat – I had to get help.

By the time I got on the bike my legs were just feeling relieved to be on solid ground again. But of course, I was asking them to forget that again and get into a new mode of pedalling. The first 5 km lap was alright, mostly taken up with getting fully acclimatised to the gears on the road bike I was using. By the time I went for my second lap, I had found my rhythm and started growing in confidence. There seems to be a certain psychology in overtaking – it felt like when I was being overtaken – a little bit of my energy was taken and conversely when I overtook I felt like I picked up discarded energy. I was surprised by the end of the cycle leg – it came too quick for me as I really felt I had a good thing going.

The transition from bike to run was not as bad as it could have been. I remembered to ride standing up as I was getting to the end of the cycle as that helps to kick-start the correct blood circulation to the running muscles. There was an internal battle here – to keep moving even though my legs were screaming in protest to all the changes they had had to deal with in a short space of time. Immediately out of the transition area, there was a very steep hill. I conquered two-thirds of the hill before I slowed to a walk. As soon as I got to the flat section I had a singular focus on my breathing which keeps me centred and panic free. Once I got into my rhythm, my confidence kicked in. When I faltered all I did was visualise my running group and that carried me through.
When I look at how far I have come, I honestly choke up and in that moment when I reached that finish line, I was crying. Snot crying people. I felt triumphant in that moment.

I had made some banana and egg pancakes to eat post race and I swear, they have never tasted so good!

Throughout this process, there has been a battle in my head between the easy way out and the hard way. The path of least resistance has always been beguiling but I chose to listen to the lone voice that said there was a reason I signed up for this. It was a fight between the voice telling me to stop and the urge to defy the voice.

Whats great about finishing is the realisation that the urge, that part of me that is better than I let myself believe won out.

It was a celebration of self-improvement that reminded me of what I am capable of, what I am able to accomplish.

Nobody can take that experience away from me. I put in the work and crossed the finish line. It has restored confidence in myself because crossing the finish line means that I am capable of much more than I give myself credit for. I will carry that knowledge with me in everything I do now.

There is a great joy in athletic endeavours – I now want to recruit someone to join me next time. My husband has a very worried look on his face when I mention this. Joy shared is joy doubled.

I could go on about my times but I finished and that was my goal – however now that I have a PB to beat…..

There were 250 on my race and I came in 104th.
I ran my best 2.5km time ever (I am basing on training times)
I had my PB 10km cycle time as well.

Even writing this I feel very satisfied.

The only side effect is that I drop that tiny little fact any chance I get.
Hotel attendant “Would you like help with your bags?” 
Me ” Thank you but I did a triathlon so I can carry them”