The secret’s out…

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People keep sidling up to me, slightly surreptitiously, as if they want my autograph. But instead of pressing a pen and paper into my hand they keep giving me carrier bags. Generally these are clutched expectantly by the throat rather than being held nonchalantly by the handles and contain nothing more than than a single garment.

It is nothing more sinister than the word getting round that not only can I sew but I can also fix things. And suddenly the favourite shirt or dress need no longer be consigned to the scrap bin. Word has reached so far that on Wednesday one of KC’s 8 year old classmates accosted me in the playground demanding “has Mum given you my shorts? The rip isn’t too bad. I’m sure it won’t take you too long to fix.” Apparently there had been a wardrobe meltdown previously that week when aforementioned shorts (his favourite pair no less) had been discovered with a substantial tear. When Mummy informed him that she was not Mrs Cat apparently he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Perhaps it is just a small step now to bespoke tailoring but that would mean buying yet more fabric….

Cat x

Al fresco sewing

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Following on from last year’s truly disastrous summer here in the UK (topped off in this household by a holiday in North Wales) it is a thorough delight to be able to languish in the garden until late into the evening.

Not only have I been able to decamp to the deck with my sewing machine, but I suddenly find myself surrounded by inspiration. There are wonderful sunny photos from my friends on Facebook, gorgeous looking berries and fruits in the farm shop and a bounty of flowers that haven’t been beaten into submission by constant rainfall.

I’m sure that my life is no busier than anyone else’s, there seems to be a constant grind to get somewhere fast, and when there are four other people’s itineraries to organise I think I need to remind myself that thinking slowly is time well spent.

The Slow movement embraces just this, most famously through food. The philosophy that fruit, vegetables and animals grown at their natural pace makes perfect sense to me. Perhaps it is time to embrace the concept in other areas of our lives. Taking time to build and make things ourselves that define us as individuals rather than the retail buyer’s creation.

Maybe, in due course, we might even see haberdashery and hardware shops an integral part of our high street once again. I for one won’t be complaining.

Cat x

Al fresco sewing

20130716-225423.jpg
Following on from last year’s truly disastrous summer here in the UK (topped off in this household by a holiday in North Wales) it is a thorough delight to be able to languish in the garden until late into the evening.

Not only have I been able to decamp to the deck with my sewing machine, but I suddenly find myself surrounded by inspiration. There are wonderful sunny photos from my friends on Facebook, gorgeous looking berries and fruits in the farm shop and a bounty of flowers that haven’t been beaten into submission by constant rainfall.

I’m sure that my life is no busier than anyone else’s, there seems to be a constant grind to get somewhere fast, and when there are four other people’s itineraries to organise I think I need to remind myself that thinking slowly is time well spent. The Slow movement embraces just this, most famously through food. The philosophy that fruit, vegetables and animals grown at their natural pace makes perfect sense to me. Perhaps it is time to embrace the concept in other areas of our lives. Taking time to build and make things ourselves that define us as individuals rather than the retail buyer’s creation.

Maybe, in due course, we might even see haberdashery and hardware shops an integral part of our high street once again. I for one won’t be complaining.

Cat x