My blog has been neglected, my sewing machine has been motionless & not a piece of fabric has been cut over the last month. Every bit of spare time has been dedicated to making myself go for a run. Many people have said I would start to find it addictive….I’m still waiting for that feeling but it’s all been for a good cause.
So after months of training last weekend Mr B & myself travelled to Amsterdam to run the Mizuno Halve Marathon. Not something I ever thought I would do & it didn’t really feel real until we were at the start line. Too late to back out then.
It was a cold, damp, misty day but once we started the atmosphere was far from chilly. We ran in aid of Cancer Research UK & it was a real motivation when a couple fellow runners, who were cancer survivors, ran along side to thank us & cheer us on.
Having felt the effect cancer has had on family members, friends & clients it’s a charity close to our hearts.
I was glad we picked Amsterdam for our 1st race of that distance, not only because it was almost completely flat but because it all came to an end in the Olympic stadium. The last few kilometres had been hard work but running around the track to cross the line surrounded by supporters helped spur us on.
The hard work done we could relax & enjoy the rest of the trip. A spot of sightseeing; a gentle stroll along the quiet canals (with our aching limbs a gentle stroll was about all we could manage!), tram rides through the hectic centre and a spot of liquid refreshment at the Heineken Experence…. for medicinal purposes of course.
Topped off with some fantastic food & a romantic candlelit cruise to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
After a lovely break it was time to return home, get back to work & chase a few more donations…oh & collect the daft dog from his hols too.
Think he looks pleased to be home 😃
Last month I was lucky enough to be featured in a Q&A on Minerva crafts and it got me thinking about how all this sewing started.
We had sewing lessons in school back then but I can’t say they were very inspiring. The first garment I remember being told to make was an a-line sleeveless nighty with scratchy bias around the armholes & silly little patch pockets. Of course I can see now that it was designed to teach us a variety of techniques but back as a girl of 12, maybe 13, I thought it was awful and I decided I could find something better to make myself. So off I went and picked a simple blouse pattern plus a length of lilac cotton, shortly followed by a piece of black. I was so proud of my creations, I wore them & wore them. The blouses are long gone but I still have that pattern.
So with this nostalgic feeling out came that pattern again and surprisingly the size it was cut to still fits so that just had to be the next project.
With a bit of juggling I just managed to squeeze the pattern pieces onto one of the odd shaped remnants purchased on my last trip to London. I love the blue and the print with the little birds of this fabric and it feels amazing. It’s viscose challis, lovely to work with & a bargain find for only £3 in the Basement at Misan Textiles
I think the little pink buttons I decided on give it retro feel. With only 4 pattern pieces & no darts it’s a really quick make….well it was this time I’m not sure it would have been back in the 80’s😃