Last weekend was my birthday, and in spite of the fact that inside I’m eternally six years old (see photos for pink-based evidence), I took the opportunity to make By Hand London’s Georgia – a perfectly grown-up dress (for a reluctantly grown-up girl). Continue reading
I give almost all my dresses names. Sometimes they’re named after people, sometimes places: there was the romantically inspired ‘Ewan dress’, my two ‘Philippa’ dresses, the ‘Florence’ wardrobe, the ‘Italian wonder dress’ … and this here be the rather more prosaically named (and poorly photographed) ‘Cambridge Reunion Dress’. This weekend my old college held a ten-year reunion dinner (ten years since we matriculated, not graduated – not that old yet!). Continue reading
Isn’t this fabric just delicious?? It’s like a Dutch still life-Ted Baker mash-up. I found it in a beautiful tailor’s shop in Hoi An, Vietnam back in the summer of 2013; unlike the market stalls and smaller, cheap and cheerful stores this shop was an exquisite Aladdin’s cave of elegance. Dark wood, high ceilings, immaculate silk-clad assistants, and roll upon roll of cloth gorgeousness. I instantly regretted my decision to travel light, but having already stuffed every empty backpack pocket with fabrics from the famous market, I was stuck. I had to choose, and choose wisely, and this was my choice.
From then on, it should’ve been straightforward. Continue reading