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Kitchen witch

Some kitchen couture!!
With all the gorgeous aprons popping up in the sewing blogging world at the mo’ I thought I should show why I did not take part in the big sew-along this time… you see; I have a very nice little selection of perfectly lovely handmade goodnesses to choose from when it comes to cooking-related apparel; already!
All of which are of quite high sentimental value to me since they were hand-crafted by my two favourite ladies in my life; my Mum and my daughter Cassie.
I own two aprons and one pair of oven mitts.  Actually I have one other pair of oven mitts too, cruddy old ones which I actually use.  The ones Cassie made are too good to muck up  đꙂ  But I do wear the aprons.
They are both quite simple in line and style BUT the divinity is in the details.
Firstly; the striped apron above was handwoven and made by my mother, and I have been using it all my adult married life.
It is all cotton; the fabric handwoven by Mum on a big floor loom in a plain weave; and has twill tape attached for the neck bizzo and the waist ties.

I just love the colours Mum chose  đꙂ

Secondly; I have an apron and oven mitts set; made by Cassie when she was in year 11 for an Art assignment.  

This was term project, culminating in this apron and oven mitt set, a framed painting, and a whole portfolio of sketches.  The name of the project is Eve’s Temptation… thus the sprinkling of cherries (innocence) and apples (temptation) over the textiles.  The fruit is all embroidered in three different reds, plus yellow and black, and is richly textured.

The embroidered bits were all created by Cassie devoting hours to madly feverish back-and-forth sewing on my daggy little sewing machine, that ahem, does not do embroidery.  It overheated and broke down during the saga, which was pretty devastating to both of us, for entirely different reasons!… but we won’t dwell on that melancholy time; my machine was repaired, Cassie finished the project with a fresh perspective on respecting other people’s property, and we remained friends ….  happily ever after etc etc!
The black designs are screen-printed and with some random areas of machine embroidery for a bit of added texture, and Eve’s red lips are embroidered too.  Also all done on my very ordinary non-embroidery machine.

So you can see I’m pretty right in the apron department.  I am so lucky to have such clever creative women in my family!

(I am also wearing here my Bamboo shoot top from Pattern Magic; and my curtaining skirt from Vogue 1247)

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Handwoven “rag-rug” placemats

Another set of hand-woven and -stitched items from my teenage years…
and I cannot believe I have so far overlooked these very frequently used items in my documentation process!  :O
To the best of my memory, this is probably my very first handwoven project on the big floor loom…  I expect Mum suggested these as a good beginner’s project before moving onto a more complex project; like the serviettes* I featured in the previous post, with an in-woven pattern.

A set of six placemats in the rag-rug style.  Each measures 40cm x 24cm. 
They are woven in a plain weave, with a blue cotton warp.  The weft was made of three different blue cotton fabrics; two plain cottons and one fine-wale corduroy.  These fabrics were cut into thin strips, the ends spliced and lightly hand-tacked together to make a continuous strip.

The tops and bottoms were finished off by hand-stitching a loop around each and every warp thread and into the weaving, the warp trimmed and then the ends folded under twice and stitched into hems.

These have been in solid rotation for twenty-five odd years although we haven’t really used them as much in the past coupla years.  This is not because they are fragile, oh no! the rag-rug is a super long-lifed type of fabric; super tough and hard-wearing and able to withstand a pretty heavy-duty lifestyle!  More just our laziness, not going and getting them out of the linen cupboard as often as we used to, I guess 🙂

*btw, I decided to eliminate rants from my blog a while back, but just quickly: anyone who wishes to anonymously “correct” my Australian English and lecture me on the “proper” words to use when describing my handmade items, how about this:  instead of trolling, maybe you could appreciate that other countries and cultures might sometimes use different words from your own.  As well as broadening your mind, you might just learn something new every once in a while  đꙂ
Phew! Rant is over and good nature has now been restored!

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Hand-woven

Every now and again I come across another handmade item in my house that I have not yet documented on my blog here…
This is a set of serviettes, handwoven by me!  Yes, I have dabbled in weaving, in a very very minor way, hehe.
I made these when I was about nineteen, before I was married and when I was still living at home with my family.  My mother had, and still has today actually, a big floor loom on which she made many beautiful things.  I made a few things on it too.  
These serviettes are woven in a plain weave in blue cotton, with decorative rows in white cotton.  These were based on a traditional Scandinavian design, and required some rather complicated setting up, threading and manipulation of the heddles.
I think the reverse is almost as nice as the right side…  I remember dithering for a while on which side I should designate the “right” side  đꙂ

I remember I made calculations for a set of six, but I must have allowed plenty of room for error since I ended up with a long enough warp to squeeze in one extra, giving me a set of seven.  Each of the seven serviettes was woven to size and then a spacer was inserted before starting the next one.  Once I had taken the woven cloth off the loom, I hand-finished the top and bottom of each serviette by stitching loops around each and every thread of the warp and into the weft, one by one…
Can I just pause for a mo’ and say here…  I have to admit that even I am kinda super impressed at how dedicated and meticulous my teenage self was.  I don’t know if I am even capable of the patience required for this sort of immaculate finishing nowadays….  :S
Finally I cut them apart, then turned under the top and bottom twice and hand-hemmed.  The selvedges at the side I left just as is with no further finishing, since I had gone to so much care to have them looking perfect, ahem.
Each measures 32x30cm.

These were used on a semi-regular basis early in our marriage and even when the kiddies were little but now I keep them for special occasions only  đꙂ

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Riverside situation

Little adventure this morning.  Lately I’m in the habit of combining my two early morning tasks of dog-walking with taking my photo, if I’m planning to take one that day, that is.  I have my camera, tripod and the shoes I’m planning to wear the remainder of that day in a backpack, I take Sienna with me and stop somewhere picturesque and set up for a few minutes.  Well today, I’m out on this tiny jetty and it’s quite windy, I’ve got the tripod shored up between a pillar and the backpack to prevent it from blowing over (yeah, it was windy enough that that was a real risk!) and next thing I know, whoosh! my tripod bag is now floating in the river about five metres away.  Bob bob bob, it goes, taunting me,  out of reach.  I look at it with despair.  Should I abandon modesty and wade out to it?  No, the river is over thigh deep at that point…  Sienna is no bloomin’ good at all, she may look pretty but that’s as far as her usefulness goes.  Fetch, she does not do…  I look about for a handy young man jogging in his shorts who may gallantly help me out, but I’ve chosen my time well and there is absolutely no-bloomin’-one in sight AT ALL.  No canoe-ers.  I’ve got the foreshore to myself.  Usually this is a plus as I’m shy about taking my own photo if anyone’s about, but this time I could really do with a helpful man… (couldn’t we all…?!, joking, I’ve got my own man, but he’s gone to work early, dammit)
So I hightail it home, dragging Sienna, not allowing her to sniff or socialise, and luckily my eldest two are still around, and my daughter, never shy of an adventurous stunt, immediately dons bathers and we drive back down, she swims out, it’s about twenty metres out by now, and rescues the tripod bag…
As the song goes, thank goodness for little girls…
As a anticlimactic afterthought, my hat.  It’s newish, well on its maiden voyage anyhow (like my tripod bag).  I bought a single ball of this yummy wool at anny blat at their shop in Paris when we were there six years ago.  I finally made this beanie last year from my own design, just cast onto four double-ended needles and made it up as I went along.  I’m going to make myself wear hats more often.  I wish they were more in fashion.

Details:
Skirt; Vogue 7303, fabric handwoven by my Mum
Top; refashioned from husband’s old workshirt, my own design
Scarf; Country Road
Shoes; Timberland, bought in Rome
Cloche; annyblat yarn, my own design

 

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Gelato colours

When wearing pastels, especially head-to-toe, one is in danger of looking sticky sickly sweet.  Additionally if the silhouette is too “safe” you may come across as grandmotherly or queen-motherish.  An outfit of this type needs some elements of hard-edge or rawness to save it; my ensemble here(worn yesterday) has a tweed skirt, a pink camisole and a little cardigan, all in safe pastel colours, so has all the sweet little old lady boxes ticked off right there.  Not my ideal look, obviously.  I think my normal style is aim for a little deconstruction, not too polished.  But I’m still liking this look here.
I think it’s the unfinished fringe on the edge of my skirt and the raw edges of my cardigan that save it from being too pretty and ordinary and give the outfit that little zing of deconstruction that is needed.  Although raw edges are seen everywhere now and hardly put you in the punk category anymore.  Perhaps it’s also my jade green pedicure that also adds that necessary unexpected note.  And my necklace, while composed of shades of pretty pink, has a kind of random twisty-ness quality to it.
So, “pretty in pink”?  Not what I’m aiming for, but chic enough to pass muster, hopefully.

Details;
Skirt; Vogue 7303, fabric handwoven by my Mum
Camisole; Country Road
Cardigan; own design, coffee and white net
Necklace; own design
Sunnies; RayBan
Shoes; op shop
Nail polish; own mix of BYS French White and Mint Condition

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Warm rocks and wet sand

Beach-combing this morning; my husband was deeply disappointed that Mr Cappuccino Man seems to be taking a day off…  So peaceful and blissfully tranquil out on the bay, we shared the beach with about fifteen people and everyone calls “good morning!” to each other, so nice; Sienna and other dogs sniffing each others butts politely along the lines of prescribed doggie etiquette… She trots past flocks of seagulls that chatter to each other in a vaguely outraged manner like little old ladies, and genteelly hurry along in a “don’t show them you’re scared” kind of a way.  We brewed a pot of tea and had some of Mum’s muffins with yogurt for brekky out on the patio…  It’s going to be a hot one today, so swimming again this arvo.
Other details:
Skirt; Vogue 7303, fabric hand-woven by my mother
Top; New Look 6483 with my own variations, natural cotton and crotchet strips
Hat; Country Road
Sunnies; RayBan

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Sky blue and coffee; off to the beach

Feeling a kind of warm pastel-ly comfortable vibe happening today.  The sky is a soft, not-too-harsh blue today with a few puffy clouds scudding across, golden sunlight warming the limestone walls of our house…  I love how the glossy blue threads in the fabric of this skirt are picked up in the baby blue of my top.  And baby blue is a difficult colour to pull off at the best of times, but I feel it is nicely complemented by coffee and gold tones.  Setting the mood for the beach house… can’t wait, we’re going down to the beach house for a well-deserved break for all of us.
I’ve put together a holiday wardrobe for the next ten days, hopefully will be up to the demands of my clothing blogging.  We’ll see how we do, if all else the beach as a back-drop will be nice to look at even if the fashion isn’t!

Other details:
Top; Butterick 4985view A sleeves, view B collar, blue cotton
Skirt; Vogue 7303, fabric handwoven by my mother
Sandals; Marco Santini, from Marie claire Shoes

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Handwoven, with love

Saturday, 24th October 2009

Today’s skirt is Vogue 7303 again, I know, a little predictable; I really need to get me some new dressmaking patterns. The difference this time is the fabric; it was handwoven by my mother some years ago. She had plans to make it into a simple pullover top, but she eventually handed it on to me. I saw it as a skirt (surprise!) Unfortunately Mum had cut a slit in the middle for a neck-hole, which made for a dressmaking challenge. I had to add a bit of beige cotton on the top of the skirt back to make it long enough, and I lined it with bemsilk. The pattern is very simple, and the fabric is lovely and is what makes the skirt. In the close-up you can see the mixture of blues, greens and golds in with the nubbly oyster and neutral threads. I loved the little fluffy fringing effect of the edge and so left it unhemmed as a feature on the hemline.
I wore it to do a bit of grocery shopping and run some errands this morning, and finished up by treating myself with some afternoon tea in Applecross Village.
And just to prove I’m not too precious about my clothes, I later donned a fleece jacket and my gardening clogs and gloves and transplanted agapanthus bulbs! And repotted an orchid! And de-pooped the gardenbeds!…ok, ok, too much information… sorry. I did wash. Promise.
Other details:
Top; Ezibuy
Belt; don’t know brand, but it is emu leather, bought from Luxe

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