A weekend of poorliness

I am up to my eyes in Isabella and bunting, and I'm not sure the two mix. Isabella loves the bright fabrics and keeps pinching the flags from the ever-growing pile perching on the table - I suppose this proves the point that work is work and being a mum is being a mum. Put the bunting away Pip and wait till baby's asleep!

On another note, I was ill this weekend with what I suppose was a virus. I thought the ol' Black Dog had come to visit as I felt so low and teary, crying over what I can now see were ludricously small events which seemed monumental at the time. I should have realised I was actually in need of my bed what with the tears, the headache (oh that headache!) and the achy bones, but I just thought I had hit a real low patch for no reason and carried on regardless, determined to kick it into touch. Off I went to the sewing room and set to with paper and pens to make a pattern for this little dress...





I wanted to make something which reminded me of The Little House on the Prairie - a simple sort of loose dress which could have an apron added or an underskirt, and which had large-ish buttons sewn on.





I did have to unpick a fair bit as my guesswork on the pattern-making was rather out on some parts, but overall I am pleased with the end result





and luckily so is Isabella!





She does look very cute in it, I must say. The fabric is so beautiful - far more gorgeous than the pictures actually show. It was one of the pile given to me by Elizabethd on her visit from France and is of the softest cotton. There is so much over that I have plans to make a dress for Lucy too, perhaps in the same style so thank you dear Elizabeth x





The virus disappeared a quickly as it came and I feel fine now though no doubt a day or two in bed would have been lovely. Ah well, thesewing was fun too even if it was accompanied by occasional bouts of blubbing at a Radio 4 play (which truly wasn't worth the tears!). Other things to leave the sewing room last week were Baby Babbits, now gone to new homes where I hope they'll be very happy and this dear little mop cap - after serious debate I have decided I prefer 'mop' to 'mob' even though I think the latter is the correct term. It is so sweet that I am desperate to see it on the newborn owner's head rather than on my sofa where it sat for the photograph. The littleness of it just isn't shown here, but suffice it to say I will be making many more of them for the website and am planning a larger one for Isabella to go with her dress; whether it will stay on her bouncy curls of course is another thing altogether!





Have a lovely day xx