Madamoiselle Tialys the elder has now left to go back to University in the U.K.
I am pleased to get my workroom back to myself but I don’t think I’m going to enjoy myself quite so much. Having persuaded me to fork out a small fortune on postage to get this fabric from the U.S., she was determined to get the most out of a metre.
(Just pointing out, for those of you who don’t know about Dr. Who and his time machine that looks like an old fashioned British police telephone box – or ‘the tardis’ as it is known to us Whovians – that is the design on the fabric.)
Tardis Project 1
Not bad for a metre of fabric and, because she has proved her
addiction dedication to the delights of sewing, a Janome sewing machine is winging its way to her appartment as we speak.
Now, does anybody know the plural of Tardis? Tardises? or, my preference, Tardi? Or, being only one of them in the entire universe – as far as we know – can it be said that no plural exists?
Meanwhile, I’m inching reluctantly back towards the rather more grown up and down to earth by making a skater dress for Mlle. Tialys the younger. She has a thing for roses at the moment, preferably partnered with skulls but she’ll have to make do with polka dots this time. I downloaded this pattern from Kitschy Coo and, after having a playschool hour or so cutting it out and taping it together, I have semi-assembled the bodice for fit but we can’t decide on cap, 3/4 or long sleeves.
If it turns out well, I’m going to make one for myself in a Liberty print jersey and I’ve already decided on 3/4 length sleeves for mine. Hmm…..back to normality.