Thursday, August 7, 2014

Second Pixie

Dashing out between Winter rain showers I quickly snapped a few pictures of my latest sewing project to make it to the "finished" stage (don't even ask about all the "unfinished" projects! ........Ahem). When I say finished, I didn't quite manage to sew on the buttons before taking the photos, but they are on now, trust me.

It's another Pixie Coat, pattern by Big Little, I seriously love this pattern and making it with felted woollens. This time I teamed a couple of felted jumpers that have been in my stash for quite awhile with a soft thrifted sheet. The colours seemed to work so well together, a perfect match! I added an applique flower on the front adding some embroidered details and also a flower on a long ribbon that attached to the inside of the pocket, something for the little wearer to play with.

My sewing machine is set up on a table in my bedroom, and due to the cold Winter weather I tend to sew only on the weekend during the day, it's just too cold in the evenings. I contemplated dragging my machine downstairs to the warmth of the kitchen table, for about a second - but it all seemed like to much effort, so I hand finished lots of the seams while catching up on some quality TV time *wink*  It reminded me how little I like hand sewing! Roll on Spring and the warmer weather, I'll get lots more sewing done!

Monday, August 4, 2014

do you think it could have been the shoes?

Walking into work last week, I was greeted by the Principal. (In case you missed it, I returned to the workforce at the start of the year at a local high school)

The Principal - "You'll need to be at least five minutes earlier tomorrow" *Insert quite a stern face*

I was slightly perplexed, especially as I was already at least 15 minutes earlier than my start time (yes I am THAT person, early for everything! I hate to be late.) as a part timer I start a wee bit after school starts.

I smiled and nodded and walked on, still more than a little confused. As I continued to walk on, I heard her say the same thing again, on turning around I noticed this time the phrase was repeated to a student. It then dawned on me, the principal thought I was a student! A tardy student at that!

I had a little chuckle, I'm almost in my mid thirties and most of the time I have two kids in tow so being mistaken for a high school student is certainly not something that happens to me. As I sat down at my desk, I wondered, could it have been the shoes? What do you think?