Could that be sunshine I spy over the horizon

Why yes it is!

Its summer time here in the UK….well almost….you see, I have been living in the UK now for 8 years, and I have come to the all too obvious conclusion that the sun and the UK had an affair ages ago ( long before any of you were born so don’t think about it), and can’t stand each other now. You know that state right? when you fell in love, and loved really hard, then woke up one day and asked yourself what you ever saw in that person? Yep! that is what the sun is thinking right now, hence why it can’t bear to be seen round these parts. It comes around sometimes, mind you, but just not always, not like its other loves, like San francisco ( Mela I’m still hating), my home country of Cameroon, and of course, Spain, with its beautiful islands, that act as refuge for fed up Brits who want abit of a tan in December.

So, I guess the long and short of it is, I made a dress……to prance about while the Sun was passing by, on its way to new loves. I used the mission maxi pattern. I have made this before, here and here, and I think this is the one I love most.

I don’t know about you, but for me, it’s going to rain maxi dresses this summer. I find them really easy to make, and comfortable to wear as well.

I used a knit fabric I bought at Walthamstow market. Even Junior Mr.Dibs loved it.  Now, Junior Mr.Dibs never takes an interest in my sewing but today he asked if I made the dress or bought it, and then went on to say, in his own words ” that is a great fabric Dibs. It is a great dress, it looks like something you would buy from a shop”. Coming from him, that is a MAJOR compliment. So peeps, the greatness of the mission maxi dress has been confirmed, go forth, I beg you, and purchase this pattern.

 I was with Claire, and she was controlling my fabric shopping on that day. The sequence of events would normally go like this

Dibs sees fabric→Dibs gets mega excited→Dibs rushes to fabric bolt→Dibs turns to Claire, smiling→Claire frowns, and nods head→Dibs deflates and puts fabric bolt down→Dibs sees another fabric…….

On it went, until she sees something she things I might die if I don’t have. Thanks Claire.

Sorry about the bra peeping out. It is what it is. Mr. Dibs took the pictures, and spent some time actually trying to place the bra straps in such a way they don’t show, but like I said before, it is what it is. Even bra straps want to feel the sun. Capice?

I won’t talk much about this make, as it was pretty uneventful. I did not use my overlocker, preferring to use my normal sewing machine stretch stitch, just because I could not be asked to change the thread on my overlocker. Laziness Rules.

While Mr. Dibs took a break, Junior Mr.Dibs stepped in to continue with the picture taking. I have mentioned before that Mr. Dibs normally takes really bad pictures, just so I would stop asking him to take them, but since I have no one else most of the time, I have to go through many pictures (say 30), to get good ones (say 2). Anyway, as payment, Junior Mr. Dibs asked me to do special poses, of which this is the only one I could put on here, with a straight face.

One Meet-up to rule them all!

What a day I had yesterday. Rachel was hosting Lizzy ( all the way from Australia people), and Rachel being the sweet person she is, decided to make an event of it. What better way to show hospitality than to get more than 40 women together who all share the same passion?

The day started at the V&A museum  which unfortunately I could not attend as I had other pressing things to do at home ( real life always finds a way to spoil my best laid plans). I am sure as the days go by, you will see various accounts of what that part of the day was. I heard it was epic. Rachel even had a professional photographer there. How awesome can Rachel get? Word is there will be pictures available soon, so watch her blog for those.

I met the girls in Goldhawk road, as it is only a 20 minutes train journey from my house, and they were already injecting some much needed cash into the British economy.

Claire, Catherine, Roisin and Janene


We later went for lunch at a Lebanese restaurant. The food, peeps, was divine.

Then came the most exciting part of the day for me. The Swap!
I took a couple of books as I am down sizing my library. There is no point in keeping books I don’t use, when someone out there could make better use of them.

The atmosphere in the basement of the restaurant was really nice. Not too bright, just dark enough to give it a look worthy of a cave filled with treasure….which in my opinion , it was.

We all put the items we had brought for the swap in the same place, and since we were too many, Rachel asked us to come to the swap section in groups of five, and move from the patterns, down to the fabric. I quickly found my way into the first table…one must be crafty in these matters you know. 

I met the lovely ladies of By hand London. I have the Elisalex dress pattern, though I have not made it yet. I love that pattern.

I also had a nice chat with Lizzy. She is so nice. She came with loads of patterns, which she said were donated to her by Abakhan Fabrics. So generous don’t you think?

We were also given gift bags, courtesy of Minerva Crafts. I shop from them on ebay all the time, so it was a pleasant surprise to meet the owner. She is a really nice person, and humble as well, as she did not want Rachel to announce that she had donated the gift bags. In my bag, I got 2 metres (1m/colour) of this cotton print.

I was very disciplined fabric wise ( for once). I did not buy anything, just because I think I have pushed Mr.Dibs to his limits, and I have been threatened with divorce should a single metre of fabric get into the house before I have used up my current stash. I only took two pieces of fabric from the stash. This was free, so I shall argue my case in court should the matter proceed in that direction. I did go crazy with the patterns and motions though.

I had a really great time.  My face is still hurting from laughing too much. I have heard laughing keeps you young, so I intend to source laughing gas and have weekly laughing sessions at home. That should slow down my facial aging process I think. Does anyone know where I can get laughing gas?

Paris and a Milestone

Yes Paris!

I went to Paris for the first time last month, and I was absolutely enchanted. Unfortunately I do not have pictures of the city, but you can google it, and I can assure you, millions of pictures will pop up.

I went for my alumni reunion, and decided to hang out with some cool peeps, just because I’m cool like that…you know?. I went on a Friday, but met up with Veronica and Sandra on Sunday, for what turned out to be an amazing day ( thanks girls).


So, on Sunday, I was picked up from my hotel by Veronica, who treated me to some French crepe, and believe me, I have never tasted crepes so good. Why don’t we make them like this in London? We met up with Sandra later, and then drove to a fabric market in another town called Sarcelles. Again, I do not have pictures of our time here because Sandra and Veronica were quite vocal about not wanting me to take my camera into the market. Thieves you know! So if you need someone to blame for any lack of pictorial evidence, you know where to look.


Veronica and Sandra


The market was really cheap, just my kind of place, and we scored big. I bought loads of fabric, but only spent about 15 Euros. A lot of what I bought was left over pieces of fabric, as I did not want to carry too much fabric back to London. I actually made a concious effort to go to Paris with the smallest suitcase known to man, just to prevent an over zealous purchase of fabric. Sandra, it seems, was born to be an enabler, because she came prepared with shopping bags, and of course, as I knew I would when she said she was bringing bags, I brought out my wallet.

I can’t even show you pictures of what I came back with, because I now have reliable intelligence that Mr.Dibs does read my blog, and I don’t want any exhibit A’s of my fabric buying slip up.  The girls and I spent time trying to come up with believable reasons for my extra luggage, and we agreed on the “gift” story. 

Yes, I was “gifted” all these lovely fabric dear.Said the wife to the husband, who snorted in disbelief, and walked to the kitchen to make himself some Earl Grey tea. Wondering, as is his wont, when his wife would admit to having an incurable fabric buying addiction.

I digress……

I had such a great time, laughing till my face hurt. Sandra, who looks (and sounds) so shy and quiet on her blog was in person, quite bubbly, and Veronica just cracked me up with her dry sense of humour. Very British. It also turned out she used to work for the company I now work for. Small world huh?. In the end, after fighting amongst ourselves for lovely fabric, we went to a lovely Indian restaurant for lunch. 




The day sadly, had to come to an end as I was returning to London that evening. The girls kindly took me back to Paris as I wanted to buy some perfume and some macaroons. As first trips go, this was a really memorable one, and I am hoping to go back in the summer. I shall drag Mr.Dibs there, whether he likes it or not. He must propose to me again on the Eiffel Tower. I don’t care how cheesy that sounds. I want my Eiffel tower proposal.

In other news, someone turned 1 last month.


He spent the day eating cake, watching TV….

and making faces at everyone…..