I'm in love!

Just a short one today to let you all know that I am in love. It's true, deep everlasting love. I found my love for £1.99 a metre at IKEA which makes my love all that much deeper.
I bet you didn't know that along with shoddy flat pack furniture they also sell love at IKEA. No disrespect to IKEA by the way as I love it as much as the next style conscious cheapskate but let's face it, the furniture cool as it may be, isn't exactly heirloom quality.

They do have some absolutely brilliant fabrics though and that is where I found my love. Nestled right there in with the rest of the fabrics as lovely as those others were, they weren't "the one". Unfortunately they only had three metres of my love left. Upon reflection this may actually be a good thing because instead of sewing and writing blogs posts which insult both major furniture chains and stylish yet cheap people, I would in fact be wrapping myself in this fabric and rolling around while moaning.

Instead I have made a dress with it.


Is it wrong to admit that I hesitated for a good while before writing this post thinking that I had to protect my stash in the form of future stock (please, please get more in!) from anyone who might run out and buy some?

Those were the days

I lie awake at night agonizing over what to write in these blog posts, really I do. It's either that or frost cupcakes at three am which, if truth be told, I tend to do quite frequently as well.
It was just the other night as I lay in the dark, agonizing, that my phone started making strange noises. This was not the usual kind of noise which would indicate a call or a message or even a dreaded text. No, this was some strange night time noise that I am sure my phone wouldn't make during the light of day. It may sound paranoid but I am sure this phone was mocking me, in fact it was. It was in fact telling me to charge it in a particularly haughty way. Ugh, technology that communicates with us through beeps and blips just freaks me out. In fact, technology in general freaks me out a bit. I do have a kind of a love/hate relationship with it all.

It does all leave me longing for simpler times. It seems that the older I get the more nostalgic I become as well. I am becoming nostalgic for a time during which I didn't even live. A time when a girl's biggest problem might be something like this:

That's right, the problem is what to do with old cheese. I must admit that I haven't even wanted to do anything with old cheese other than dispose of it but maybe I have been wrong all along. maybe I should be focusing on things like old cheese and stop worrying about my mocking phone. Is it better to lay awake at night thinking about old cheese?

Old cheese aside I have really been thinking vintage and the 1950's in particular, as you may have noticed from previous posts about my new 1950's housewife aprons. I have bought a small stack of 1950's girls dress patterns and the Peanut is now the proud owner of a 1950's style dress which she loves due to it having "a waist".


We (the Peanut and I) are really enjoying our foray into the 1950's and aside from sewing we've been gardening, baking and learning lots of handy household hints. I really think there is something to be said for the domestic arts that so many people have lost.
Ooooops, I better go I think I hear the phone talking and the old cheese is waiting.