Now this is kinda exciting. A friend was “having a bit of a cleanout” (don’t you just love it when friends get ruthless with their cupboards) and found these Rowan knitting magazines that she actually didn’t want any more (gasp, I knoooow, right?) and has super sweetly tossed them my way. From a purely artistic perspective, the outfit styling and photography in these publications is just dreamy and utterly gorgeous. So inspiring…
But I have a guilty confession. The thought of knitting cardigans and jumpers… well to be honest it’s just not rocking my boat. Just at present. I’m sort of admiring some of these knits, but my knitting mojo is stuck on socks right now. I know some people think I’m mad. Maybe I am. Knitting socks is slightly mad, I do see that…
But if I want a coat/jacket/cardigan I would find some fabric and sew something … Is this too awful? Perhaps I should resign my Ravelry membership in shame?
Although the knits are not getting me all covet-y here, the dresses… ! (sigh) technically not on show here, and no credits, dammit, but I am seriously excited about these small-scale feminine prints, these colours and these romantic maidenly ensembles here. Some copying is going to happen, I’m telling you now.
The busy floral coat at top, worn over a rough linen skirt; the floaty dress, top right; the long petticoat just above; the adorable triple row of frills at the hem of the snowy white skirt, below left… Look at the last; the small-scale red gingham dress, worn over the floral skirt… really I think this last one is my favourite.
And I have an happy albeit embarrassing admission. Yesterday I was moping about my desire for Vogue 1152 made up in a floaty floral, and my sad lack of said floaty floral, then the memory came a-stirring and I raced over to my fabric stash, and yes!! (air fist punch) during the Melbourne fabric buying frenzy I had actually bought some perfectly lovely floaty floral stuff from the Alannah Hill outlet. In the post-holiday return to the busy-ness of normal life I had zoned this out, as you do. Others can relate, I’m sure… guilty conscience? spending spree remorse? Me, I’m blaming impending old-age. Happens to the best of us, so I’m told.
So moping is officially now over, and floaty floral fabulousness will be coming right up!
Top 5 photos above from Rowan knitting and crochet magazines
My title is not referring to the weather, but the fact that I am down here in Dunsborough again, “minding” the beach-house during leavers week. Yah, the town is expecting thousands of teenagers to rock up any minute now and start being extremely loud, boisterous and drunken. In fact I have reliable intelligence that some had already started the partay-ing last weekend… But this morning Sienna and I were up and on the beach bright and early (thanks, Mum for the wake-up phone call…) and all was quiet and beautiful and peaceful… hardly a soul in sight; the only sound being the swoosh of the tide and the squawking of sea-birds. So I’m wondering where all the teenagers are, so far. Too early, maybe? Sensibly sleeping? Anyhoo, Mum will be coming to keep me company for today, we may catch a little morning tea and another stroll along the sand… discussing weighty worldly issues such as our sewing and wardrobe plans.
