This blog was initially started as a spot to regale my sewing projects. My gran taught me how to sew when I was around 14. She was a seamstress and worked for a small clothing boutique in South Africa where she specialised in alterations. She was super cool with her 1900s Singer sewing machine – those old ones that came packaged inside their very own solid wood cabinets. Her sewing was immaculate, perfect right down to the final stitch. I didn’t quite inherit her talent, I have no patience. But I did share her love for sewing. Although if she had to see my technique or final finishes she’d be devastated by my zero attention to detail.
But my love for sewing is not constant, it comes and goes according to my mood. Yet as a person who gets excited by all things handmade, when sewing isn’t on my agenda then often something else creative is. Whatever the creative spurt, I try to include my kids. The older one is not too easy to reel in these days, but the little girl is always game to create.
We also share our home with a beautiful grey creature. He’s a nomadic so-and-so and breezed into our lives several years ago. He has the personality of a lion and the appetite of an elephant, and of course the charm of a cat. He shares homes with many people around the village. We don’t own him, we merely provide him with grub, a warm home and lots of love.