Flash-back about seven years: we picked this chair up at Melville Markets (a local carboot sale) for $5; it was pretty rickety because it was missing its front foot-strut. My clever husband whipped up a new one the same afternoon and we had a nice new chair for our entrance hall!
I had a piece of foam cut to fit its seat and covered it with fabric from the remnant bin in Laura Ashley, and added piping I made from some leftover raspberry pink Indian cotton I had used for curtains in our previous house. I think from memory the piping cord I used for inside the piping is actually rough old rope I found in the shed, rather than the proper nice white cord you can buy in upholstery stores… yeah (shamefaced), I’m of the waste-not-want-not kind…
The cushion has little self fabric tabs with velcro sewn on, inserted in the back seams to loop around the back rest struts. This stops it from sliding off and across the hallway if a pussycat happens to do a flying leap up onto the chair…
The embroidery in the other cushion was a little kit I picked up on a craft store exploration excursion I went on with my sister-in-law S one day, this was back in the dark ages when I was into cross-stitch! I know it’s not centred very well in the cushion, but meh… The fabric for the main of the cushion is the same raspberry pink curtain fabric as the piping…
I often wonder if those raspberry pink curtains are still up in our old house.
2 Raspberry Cushions
Cloudy with a chance of brights

Yes, (air fist punch) we got rain! And lots of it. And my favourite kind, overnight rain. The garden doesn’t smell at all now … well, OK just a tiny bit, but not like yesterday. When the timing of these household maintenance chores turns out so right, you can feel so undeservedly pleased with yourself at your own wisdom in hindsight…
Today I was a soccer Mum. And popped into Spotlight to pick up a few bits and bobs to complete some top secret projects I’ve been working on… got some family birthdays coming thick and fast in the next month. Not to mention my own selfish winter sewing plans, well, since I started on the Wardrobe Refashion pledge to buy no new clothes, ipso facto I now have to make them. This is no hardship since I love sewing, but I feel like I have about a million plans in my head, and am realistically only capable of producing a limited number of items each week…
All I can say is it’s a good thing my family is happy with simply cooked food with no fancy trimmings…
Speaking of good plain fare, the grey cardigan I’m wearing today is so old but so comfy, it’s like an old warm cuddly friend now. Comfort dressing, the sartorial version of scrambled eggs on toast for dinner. And whenever I wear this little mirrored pony necklace it takes me right back to when I got it, on my girls’ weekend away with my friends A and D.
Details:
Skirt: Vogue 7303, burnt orange silk hessian
Camisole; Country Road
Cardigan; Country Road
Necklace; from some little shop in Melbourne
Boots; Enrico Antinori
Need a deluge; now


Please take my word for it that my hair looked quite nice before I got to take this photo; an sudden evil wind struck up out of nowhere and I went from looking unusually chic, smooth and polished to my usual messy-haired self… and I even used a hairdryer this morning. I don’t know why I bother.
After a quick attendance at a Biggest Morning Tea (for cancer research) this morning and a few errands I have Dynamic Liftered my whole garden and now have my fingers crossed for rain! (for those unacquainted with Dynamic Lifter, it is pulverised chook poo) You can imagine the rich heady aroma now wafting through our open windows… I thought rain was forecast for today, but about five minutes of light drizzle and that’s been it… desperately need a downpour to water in that smell!
As I’m typing this, brilliant sunshine is bursting through the few patchy clouds remaining in the sky to taunt and tease me. Oh, I love the sunshine, don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about the divine weather we are having, but… we need some rain!
Does anyone know a good rain-dance?
Details:
Dress; Burda 8511, purple/blue silk hessian
Cardigan; Morrison
Shoes; Timberland
Bag; Gucci
Cute kitten photos, with glimpses of lounge suite re-cover, version 2
Not very good photos today, I’m afraid, if you’re looking for high quality pictures of sewing projects. However, if you’re into photos of impossibly cute kittens, then this could be your favourite post of the day!
I was hunting for pictures of my second re-cover of our lounge suite (re-covers 1 and 3 posted previously). As I was not into photographing my sewing efforts back then, I neglected to take any worthwhile photos of re-cover 2, which was of chocolate brown chenille-y type fabric. Mum made a bag for me out of some of the leftovers (at right).
So, here are the only photos I have with glimpses of this particular project. The photos are ostensibly of Zoe, the kitten, being cute and of Sophie, the enormous big grey cushion of a cat.
Enjoy!
Ruthlessly cutting off 4 inches of python…
Something had been bothering me about this python skirt (first posted here) and I finally realised what it was. The length. It just wasn’t me. I think skirts suit me best when they are either quite long, like mid-calf to ankle length, or above knee. Just below the knee or sitting just at the knee is not a good look for me.
It’s a peculiar thing how a skirt length can suit some women so well, and just look frumpy and awful on others. One’s OK hem length is a personal thing. It’s taken me a while to work this out, and I’m realising it’s no good fighting this innate truth. Once you have determined your OK Hem Length (let’s call this your OKHL), then it’s a good idea to stick to it. Yes, hem lengths are dictated to us by current fashion trends, but every once in a while you just can’t wear it, no matter how fashionable it is. It may be the OKHL for some fashion mavens but not for you. Luckily the hem lengths of today’s fashion change faster than anyone can keep up with so any one of them will still be in keeping with a current trend from some design quarter…
Determining her own OKHL is every woman’s quest in her sartorial life. It takes time and persistence and, yes, mistakes to get this right. We’ve all had this experience. You come across it in a boutique, the most fabulous skirt you’ve ever seen, has you racing into the changeroom with inner whoops of joy, already mentally buying it and the trying on a mere formality to see for yourself in the mirror how utterly gorgeous you are going to be in your new skirt… then it’s on, you look in the mirror, whoomp. All your excitement evaporates at the hideous reflection of yourself in that skirt in the mirror. It’s all …wrong. You feel like it’s you. The skirt is perfect, but its you who are not.
Well, my friend, at least half the time it won’t be you that is the problem, but the hemline of your fabulous skirt. It’s just not your OKHL.
It’s no coincidence that a lot of the “re-fashions” I see on Wardrobe Re-fashion are simply either the shortening of a too-long dress/skirt or adding-on of strips of fabric to lengthen a too-short number. OKHL’s are being realised here.
I feel a lot better about this skirt now. What do you think?
Have you determined your OKHL? What were your experiences in working it out?
Details:
Skirt; my own design variations on Vogue 7303, python print satin
Top; Metalicus
Shirt; from Tinga Safari Lodge, borrowed from my husbands wardrobe
Belt; from my cargos
Boots; Mina Martini, from Marie Claire
Santorini socks
Socks!
When my very talented mother starting knitting socks I must admit to a sneaking moment of thinking “What on Earth…?” but she proved herself to be ahead of the zeitgeist and it was no time at all before I became just as hooked on knitting my own socks, too… Except that Mum knits socks for all the family whilst I am still selfishly knitting only for myself, except for a couple of my old pairs that have shrunk in the wash which have only then been passed grudgingly along to my daughter with the proviso that she never ever throw them out…! See how mean I can be?
More than a few friends have given me the sideways stare when it becomes known I am knitting my own socks. After all when shop bought socks are so cheap, and after you’ve bought your wool, and spent hours and hours knitting, its obviously not a cost or time saving exercise here. But I will say this in defence of sock-knitting; it is enormously rewarding, and no other single handcrafting exercise has ever been the equal in teaching me the importance of keeping alive old traditions.
It’s a Zen appreciation of time and energy spent on a small task.
This pair of socks I’m modelling here today was my first pair of socks, called the Santorini socks, because they were partially knitted whilst I was there. They have developed one hole in 3-4 years of use, which I darned. When you have spent 20 or so hours making something, you do not toss out lightly, but mend if at all possible. Which goes back to what I was saying before.
These were made using a pattern from my mother’s old booklet; the Patons Knitting Book No. C.11, subtitled Gloves and Socks for Toddlers, Boys, Girls, Men and Ladies. I like how back then ladies were ranked last in the list, even in a pattern book aimed at this market… This pair of socks is the only time I have made the socks exactly to pattern, all subsequent pairs have some small variation or two…
The booklet cost my mother 1’6, which is one shilling and sixpence. Yes, such was the currency in use in Australia prior to 14th February 1966, when we changed over to Australian dollars with 100 cents in them. A little history lesson, there. See how instructive this blog can be?!
Details:
Socks; Ladies Sockettes from Patons Knitting book No. C11
Feeding the soul

Stopped in this morning at Samudra, one of my favourite-ist cafes, ever. The ambience in this place is breath-taking. They grow most of their own produce to make up the menu, enabling a guaranteed fresh and seasonal selection to chose from. Although the attraction to me isn’t necessarily the food (I could never be accused of being a foodie) but the atmosphere; the abundance and health of the kitchen garden, the majesty of the surrounding trees, the gorgeous chairs and tables made of wood sourced from everywhere, so some furniture is of huge slabs slapped together any-old-how, others of recycled parts of jetty and fencing, and some of hand-adzed old logs, the randomness of it all is what is so charming to me. The table decorations are always comprised of some sort of seasonal or natural offerings, today it was bright lime-green gourds heaped up about in casually artistic disarray. It is such balm to the soul to just be there. In an ideal world I would just go there with my laptop and sit there every day; order a “Jubilant Juice of Joy” (a divine concoction of fresh OJ, lime juice and mint leaves blended) and make this my office away from home. If only….
This skirt I’m wearing is an oldie from a few years ago, made using Vogue 7856, view B, and free fabric that a local designer was throwing out. There was so much of this fabric I made another skirt and a jacket out of it also; I think it was free because the black floral screen-print was a bit scrappy in places, but I just went over the scrappy bits with a black felt-tipped pen (or Sharpie) where it was visible and that seems to have done the trick. After I had finished the skirt I realised it went up quite high at the sides, way too high for a winter skirt… so I ad-libbed some wide triangles of black cotton to the side edge seams underneath for contrast, interest and modesty.
Details:
Skirt; Vogue 7856 view B, grey printed cotton, with black cotton add-ons
Cardigan; Country Road
Scarf; Luxe, from Uggys in Dunsborough
Boots; Andrea and Joen, from Uggys in Dunsborough
Bag; Gucci
Cosy brown cardigan
Wintery weather is well and truly upon us today (glum face). We even got a little wet on our beach walk here today. Just a light misty shower thank goodness… eau de “wet dog” is not my favourite fragrance to have around in the house and car…Sneakers; Lute, from Betts and Betts




































