The very special dress...

Do you think clothes hold memories? 

I don't mean your wedding dress, or those expensive shoes you worked hard for . I mean bog standard clothes, the ones you didn't really think about until something changed. 

This dress is about 6 years old. It's from primark and it's pretty basic but I loved it. It was marked twelve pounds but it scanned as ten! This dress saw shifts at the pub and nights out with the girls. It sat through college classes and walked through the park. It was a pretty standard part of of my wardrobe for a long time. I liked it but it wasn't wow! That was until it all changed and "that" moment happened. 

I was sat on the sofa enjoying a final five minutes before a shift at the pub when lil knitwits kicked for the first time. 

And that's it, that's this dresses story. Lil knitwits first kick! The "oh bloody hell, they were right, there is a baby in there" moment. 

And that's why even now it's old and scraggy I can't get rid. Instead I've given it a new lease of life. 

I cut most of the lace of and now I have a new slip! I've kept a little bit of lace to remind me (not that I'm likely to forget! )

So do you think clothes have memories? 

Much love

Frankie 

the eureka moment...

I don't have many bright ideas, in fact my last bright idea might have been not to overfill the washing machine so I don't break another one.

But last night i did have one of my eureka moments, you know the kind of moment where you almost wish you had an audience to appreciate your moment of genius? I didn't have an audience, instead I had a bowl full of pasta bake and teen mom on record.

so anyway my eureka moment has been cut and is ready to be stitched and I am supper excited about it! I was starting to get into a funk with my sewing and I'm glad to see that I've snapped out of it!

I like having eureka moments, in fact during my first gcse textiles class I had a eureka moment, we were asked to design a small case for carrying around essential sewing equipment like needles, pins, and a bobbin. And I made this.

a nice little drawstring bag, with a doughnut shaped pin cushion. why doughnut shaped you ask? well you see you can slot a little bobbin in the middle of that doughnut so it doesn't get lost! Yeah I know right.... EUREKA!

The funny thing is though because it was a textiles class we had to design it before we could make it, and after I'd designed mine and gone to find some fabric samples I came back to find the girl next to me drawing exactly the same design. EXACTLY! I could have cried! Its so rude to copy some else's work! especially when you don't even know what the little doughnut is for! She swore blind that it was original but the fact that she'd chosen the same colours and written the same annotations seemed a bit fishy to me.

Anyway I went home and told my mum , who told me in no uncertain terms that I better work my hardest to make mine better than the other girls. Which I did, and although we stayed friends for many years I never trusted her again.

Anyway I still use my little baggie and I think about that every time!

but know for some more updated news!

- I've had a lovely surprise from my big sister and her husband which I will be blogging about shortly.
-  Me and Mr knitwits nanny planted some marigolds in my flower patch. (even if she was impressed by my gardening spoon)
- the first tomatoes on my tomato plant are starting to ripen!
- I've been doing some super chunky knitting!

- And I've started a custom embroidery! which I'm really enjoying! Even if the teensy tiny stitches are taking ages!

so there's not much to show but its all go!

much love

Frankie

xxx

It started with a Facebook post....

It all started as I browsed my news feed this morning , 

Everyone right? Well apparently not as it goes, mr knitwits informed me for example that he never played with his mothers button tin. 

NEVER! Growing up it was one of my favourite toys! Can I sort buttons mummy? Please? I'll put them all away afterwards!!! 

Well it got me thinking about my button tin (well actually it's a drawer but ya know) 

Yeah it's very messy, (and yes that's my button hole foot, it lives with my buttons) 

This is a personal favourite 

This is from the first setee I remember my mum and dad having, 

The spare button from my mums tartan suit, 

I think this was off one of my brothers cardigans, 

Creepy eye buttons that my mother has had forever, 

And the biggest tackiest button I have ever seen which came with my grandmothers stuff. Genuinely still can't get my head around why such a lil women chose such a huge button! 

I've always loved buttons , I tend to think they can make or break an outfit and on many occasions I've changed the buttons on something shop brought to make it look better.

But mainly I just love sorting them! 

Did your mum / gran / dad? Have a button box? 

Much love

Frankie

Xxx