Eliza dress

I found this pattern in an op shop in a little town about 400km north of here.  From memory I think it cost 50 cents.  It was love at first sight.  I loved the pleats.  I loved the rouched sleeves and well....  here it is.  I made this little number from a skirt that I no longer wear.  It's a gorgeous vintage gauze fabric.  I am unsure of the actual type of material but it reminds me of gauze so we'll just say, gauze type fabric!!!  This pattern has a variation of long sleeve which I will be trying also.  Winter is just around the corner!!! A girl can never have too many dresses. 

It's been a little while a coming, this dress.  I have been trying to find time to begin sewing again, which has been incredibly difficult as there is always something, should I say, sensible to do about the house, such as chores.  In recent times I have developed a routine which has been such a great move.  For some, this may be an obvious move but for me, I was of the belief that a routine was just too restrictive and suffocating. 
Routine = sewing time :-)  I like it a lot.  Yes, I will be hand sewing a hook and eye as the final closure for this frock!!!

P.s this is the first photo I have published.  It was a much easier venture than I had imagined :-) 

Inspired

So, I am more than aware that I am not the first woman to partake in blogging- there are plenty of females blogging around the world.  This week I have spent most of my time, in the evenings, reading blogs written by women.  I am inspired.  I am in awe and also mindboggled as to where these women find the time to blog and share.  I would like to say a huge, 'thank you' to these women for their sharing and the inspiration they provide.  Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by life in it's presentation and quite frankly, organisation is definitly not a strength I posess, it's difficult to comprehend the thought of being able to keep an account of the shinanigans that go on.  Once again,  thank you ladies. Xo     

So,how about this weather we've been having lately???

OOOh I am back.  It has taken a while, I know.  Currently the weather is cool and to tell you the truth I am incredibly excited about the weather in general.  I know that it can be perceived by some to be the most boring, painstakingly lame subject to talk about but in our house we love talking about the weather.  Since childhood I have loved the feeling I have upon waking, thinking about what I will be greeted with when I walk outside of the four walls that we humans call a house.  Looking at an early morning sky interpreting what the day will bring, I feel a connection with myself and what it means to be human.  I remember my mum and my Nan saying a rhyme about the colour of the sky 'Red morn sailors be warn, Red night sailors delight'.  I hear this in my mind when I look at a morning or night sky.  I don't know whether there is a relationship between the colour of the sky and boating conditions, though I do enjoy the rhyme.  As a young girl I remember the time when seeing different formations and textures of clouds led me to hurrying inside to look in my '1001 facts about the Earth' book my mother gave me, to identify what my fact hungry eyes were seeing in the sky.  Having sponged up all of these facts as a young girl I now seem to have lost them to my subconscious.  In my opinion, puberty and high school plus that Rite of Passage from the age of 18-20 which for me involved a lot of heavy drinking and partying are the cause for the loss of this information.  The reason why I have become aware of such a loss is our dear little Evie's curiosity about the world around her.   So rather than struggling to remember or using the family computer to 'look it up' I went to the spare room and opened the box containing all of the books that I have kept from my childhood and there it was, '1001 facts about the Earth'.  Some of the pages were stuck together and missing pieces of their paragraphs but it was still as exciting as ever turning to the 'cloud' page.  Knowing that Evie has a keen enthusiasm for the weather and the world around her brings out the warmest of feelings in me.