A sudden segue into sewing. Yes it’s true! These last few weeks, my head has been filled with yardages not gauges, dresses not jumpers, pattern ‘adjustments’ not the old familiar increase/decrease cycle. It’s a new world, and one that whirs through my fingers frighteningly fast once the sewing machine’s turned on.
So why start sewing? Because I’d like clothes. Now. That I could wear now, even (as it then was) in the middle of Summer. Something other than maternity clothes, perhaps? Those 3 tops; 1 trouser; and 1 skirt I wore and washed again and again? Oh, and no, not my gardening clothes either … that’s what the rest of my (small) wardrobe has turned into now, developing too many holes after years of wear.
So. I’d like clothes – new, stylish, flattering, fitted … perhaps in interesting shapes, a little ‘fashion forward’ … oh, and ideal for breastfeeding. Yup, I’d better start learning to sew for myself 
