Sorry for the gap in posting. I have been away with work, then had a horrendous deadline and then was in Edinburgh again this weekend seeing my Mum so no sewing done but I have been buying fabric, a couple of new patterns and a copy of Patrones magazine! If you haven't read Patrones before then it is a Spanish magazine with sewing patterns in like BurdaStyle where you have to trace them off the sheets. It is very fashion forward and usually has a lot of designs by fancy labels. I have never seen one in the UK which is a pity, but I did buy one from eBay ages ago.
This is full of lovely outfits. I think that the sizing runs pretty small though.
I think that I have been buying stuff as a bit of displacement activity 'cos things have been a bit busy. I mean look at these. Not really me at all. Add to the collection I suppose and they were cheap. My favourite kind of pattern.
Bloody Hell! What was I thinking buying these two? I am fat and rectangular enough without wearing these. Better book me in for a sack-fitting!
I was lucky enough to go to Spain the other week and it was glorious (and bloody hot). I am scared into catatonia by the thought of flying, I hate the sound of the engine and freak out at every clunk and change in tone. Solution: my earbuds in and some tunes blasting. That coupled with Morrisey's autobiography and I was happy as
I could be when facing certain death a clam!
I didn't take a camera with me but here are a couple of pics of the view from where I was.
It was the Garrotxa region of Catalonia and I have to say it was very special. The scenery was fabulous, the food was delicious and the people wonderful (no drink for me with 8am meetings though). I would definitely like to go back again. There looked like some great places to explore. On the way back to the airport we had a spare hour (literally) and stopped for an ice cream in Besalu. What a lovely place filled with medieval flagged streets, roman ruins and a huge stone bridge across the river. There was a guy on it playing early music on a steel drum. Sounds a bit bizarre, and I suppose it was, but it was a bit magical too.
I also learnt about a "Mikveh" which is a ritual bathing place used in Judaism. There was fantastic ruins of a medieval synagogue, school and a mikveh at the side of the bridge. Unfortunately to see round you had to book and we literally had no time left.
So a short post with borrowed photos and no sewing.
Probably the worst sewing blog in the world.....
Anyway, I hope that you are all great. I will get behind a machine again soon, promise. :)