Image: Front cover of "Let's Make School Uniforms" , a Japanese sewing book, available here.
September is less than a week away. I can't believe it!
Soon my son will be packing his bags and be off to Uni with a cookbook, a grown-up duvet cover (no more pirate print!) and a new pair of trainers.
Meantime, the annual school uniform debacle is in full swing: at what point does a narrow-legged trouser become a "skinny jean" (forbidden); why can boys get away with black trainers when girls have to wear uncomfortable "school shoes"?
I have looked at uniform policies elsewhere and they are much much more strict: only the top button of a shirt may be left undone; no make-up; only discreet stud earrings to be worn.
It is a nightmare, I tell you!
My own Self-Stitched September "uniform" is still under development, in a stalled sort of way. My capelet material arrived, but the pattern is still in transit. I am suffering from a lack of focus / energy / free time.
Photo: Black textured wool for my capelet.
I can tell you that I am liking Great Plains this season. And if I "needed" clothes I would be shopping there in a flash! But I am nothing if not circumspect, and I would much rather sew than shop. If only I could find suitable patterns and fabrics!
And then my heart stopped at Cath Kidston when I saw this dress which is so simple and so "me"... circa 1993.
Photo: Holly velvet dress, £85... and dry-clean only.
I am going to have to haul all my "me-mades" out of the cupboard and take stock. Though, frankly, I am beginning to rebel against my self-imposed "rule". I have been taking a mental note of what I wear and realised I wore the same Gap cardigan every single day this week. I think it is my substitute for the as-yet-unknitted "Audrey in Unst". Even though the other components of my outfits were very different, it is this top layer that is going to be my undoing in SSS.
I have also been trying to buy new glasses. I fancy a pair of cats' eyes. But my family fell about laughing. "Dame Edna" they said. Back they went.
In reading news, I have moved on from Siri Hustvedt to her (?more famous?) husband, Paul Auster. Currently, I am irritated by him writing himself into the novel (City of Glass). Hmmm.