Another quiet evening to myself – what to do? Well, there’s one of several Christmas projects I’m in the middle of, the Christmas card ideas I haven’t drafted any ideas for yet or the outfit I’ve foolishly decided to make myself for a party I’m hosting at New Years.
This particular Friday night has been spent printing off a dress pattern that I’m intending to customise for the aforementioned party. Usually I’d draft my own on pattern paper, but naturally I’ve run out of that. So thirty four pages of A4 and a roll of sellotape later, I’ve got my pattern laid out on my cramped study floor – Sunday afternoon will be pinning it to lining fabric and making the inevitable adjustments, as nothing is a perfect fit. Pictures will follow.
In the meantime, having caused my back to ache by stooping over to tape my pattern together and suffering a few paper cuts, I’m spending the rest of my “me-time” with a packet of double stuff oreos and re-watching In The Flesh again for the goodness-knows-how-many-th time. If you’re a zombie fan and you haven’t watched this TV series, you must. It’s brilliant, beautiful, heartbreaking and so very British.
I’m a HUGE zombie fan, especially books, but it also spills over into my crafting. One of the things I’m most proud of is a garden ornament my husband rescued from someone advertising on facebook. It’s a zombie head, shoulders and arms, positioned so he looks like he’s pulling himself out of the ground. When it was new, it was fully painted, but having spent the latter half of its life being broken by children and living in a fish tank, the paint was peeled off and he was rather the worse for wear.
I glued his broken fingers back on, sanded off the remnants of left over paint and spray painted primer over the whole thing. A new coat of paint and some creative license and I think he’s turned out better than the original. His name is Alfred and he spends the warmer days in the garden, guarding plants and kept company by a zombie gnome called Bob and a zombie flamingo called Jeremy (not made by me, though I wish I could take credit for them).
Definitely one of the best spontaneous gifts I’ve ever been given.