4.2 for me this morning, which is fine. My bloods have been a bit all over the place over the last few days, and I can’t decide if it’s purely the stress and upset (which is settling, thankfully – although the more photos I see, the bigger I realise our claims will be!), or whether all that’s gone on has led to an increased number of liver dumps. I guess it’s pretty moot, as the scores on the doors are the scores on the doors. I'm (mainly!) confident they'll drop back into line.
Anyway, today I have set myself the task of finishing this little frock I started making a few days ago. It’s been an interesting challenge in scale and texture, but I’m very happy with the finish I am achieving – so far! And, on the upside, I guess all that faffing around preparing the paper pattern is done, should I decide to do another. I actually have a pattern I’ve had for a little while for a cute top, and I have suitable fabric, so I think I’ll do that next.
Then, when my OH gets home, I’m going to do some proper tailoring. He’s such a great clothes horse, and it’ll be revisiting another skill I haven’t used for an age. Gladys, my tailor’s dummy, is a lady figure, so I need to have the man's body to hand, if I’m to fit it properly.
Get me, and all my re-awakened domestic styleeeeee creativity! Of course, it’s a great avoidance tactic to keep me from all sorts of other, less interesting, "stuff". There is sometimes method in my very personal madness.
Play nicely boys and girls.