What I want is a light, breezy, long, romanesque empire lined blush pink beauty to wear to a summer wedding this year. I'm not lucking out on finding a suitable pattern though. I want reasonable high necked and I want to be able to wear a strapless bra, not have to construct scaffolding with tape and supports and all that malarkey because of some weird cut on the back.
The trouble is I've seen the dress I want in a shop in the lanes that is about £280 and I want to replicate that. So of course, I will find this impossible.
Instead I've found two rather nice casual type dresses from Vogue Patterns.
This one above has a backless back which is no good really for me but I do quite like it all the same. Maybe when I heave my sewing machine back into the real world after all this knitting I will actually make something for myself. However I have a couple of things for the children I'm dying to finish/get started on and the slog on the Tiger Woods jumper will continue for quite some time I fear.
In other news I am absolutely categorically run down (again) - it seems my blog is simply a litany of my exhaustion and I am not quite physically or mentally up to the job of my life! Big revision of diet and more of an introduction of exercise is in order to sort myself out. I've been in bed all day today trying to sleep off a virus. Thankfully the magic pills from the doctor are starting to take effect and the extra sleep feels as though it has done the world of good so now it's time to treat myself a little better. This would be much easier to take if I didn't think I already ate reasonably well, drank very little and I hardly go out partying till all hours of the night. It's a combination really of could eat alot better (I'm blaming bread, chocolate, cakes and biscuits for some of my malady - I'm not joking, I get serious headaches - I just don't ordinarily let that stop me!) should get more sleep (totally out of my hands - speak to the children) and must get more exercise. Apparently lugging the two toddlers up and down the massive hill to our house doesn't count as exercise in the proper sense.