All posts tagged: my sewing

My ‘Hippo’ top (a Vionnet ‘Chiton’ dress variant)

Remember how I told you that I had been sewing like mad, but had been too busy to take photos and show you? Yep, this is one of the many things I’ve been sewing. A few weeks ago I had two sewing projects to tackle.  Make something Vionnet inspired to wear to teach the Vionnet Dress class at Made Marion, and make something inspired by an old family photo (or two old family photos, to be precise) for the Sew Weekly family inspiration challenge. The Vionnet was fairly easy (pick a piece of kimono fabric I liked, go from there) and I had my favourite family photos picked out. You may remember this photo from this post: And if you have been reading this blog for a long, long, time,  this one: I love the picture of Grandma, but wasn’t sure how to interpret it as a garment. The wedding picture particularly appealed for the bride and the sophisticated loosely wrapped and draped cocoon shape of her early 20s dress with its hip bow. Using …

The 1950s ‘Mad, Bad & Dangerously Green’ Shorts

I love green, and it’s St Patrick’s week, and I’ve been sewing more for me, so of course I have something green to show you this week.  And it’s pretty awesomely green.  Mad, Bad, and Dangerously Green even.  Are you ready? Aren’t they fabulous!?!  Do you love them?  I love them! OK, the story: The Mad:  Have you seen the print?  I can’t believe I have grass green and mustard and vermillion and aqua and mint and white shorts covered with bright spots and birds.  I’m usually pretty restrained in my fabric and clothes.  And, despite all this, I like them.  Actually, I love them!  (Have I mentioned that before?) The Bad: OK, so the fabric was ridiculously expensive.  Very, very naughty of me.  I saw this fabric, along with the fabric I used in my “Love at First Flight” Dress while in Australia, and I had to have it.  But what on earth could I make with bright grass green birdie and spottie fabric?  How about the least likely thing possible: shorts?  Steph, who is braver than I, convinced me that I wasn’t completely mad, and I went with it. The other bad is that …