So, turns out I can sew. Sort of. Yesterday was my first visit of (hopefully a few more) trips to the Papered Parlour for my introduction into dressmaking. I’ll be writing about my attempts over on the Guardian’s Life & Style soon, but in the meantime, here’s a little sneak of what we had and did: cups of tea, cake, sewing machines, mad fabrics and the godforsaken bias binding which was a total bloody nightmare, but more of that later. I came home covered in threads carrying my scraps of fabric and unfinished hemming in a holdall feeling, well, a bit bag-lady-meets-Shoreditch-make-do-and-mendish-type.
After that, it was the Mid-Century Modern fair at Dulwich College. Mad Men, eat your heart out. Some beautiful, heavy printed vintage fabrics and a few handsome monograms too – I only wish my name began with a ‘B’. A fine wooden tapered leg here or there had me at hello, and I ended up coming home with a Marimekko-esque reupholstered 70s footstool and going halves on these rather hot 1968 sidetables. One for me, one for my best friend. That’s a cracking weekend.
Wow – that fair looks amazing! Is that the footstool that you bought? It's very cool!
yes! it's now MY footstool!
Love it all – especially the yellows in those fabrics and lampshades. Will look out for your Guardian piece too, would love to know how it went
I quite like that green chair in the second to last pic – what a lovely apple shade with that dark fabric. Nice pics!
sounds like fun! That footstool is gorgeous, lucky you!!
-Katie
Oooh that little blue stool… love that! Lucky you
the stool is lovely, wish I had seen it! I was drawn to the bright colours too I came away with an egg yolk yellow swivelly office chair
Virginia you were there too! Am planning to get some cushions from you very soon! x
I adore the 70's lampshade! Why is it I can never find such amazing things- what's your secret? Love your photographs.
Athough Diana was too young to realize the difference, she still had many chances later. She would chose to leave when the marrige disappeared. But she didn’t want to over it. She still wanted to continue the title of “little black dresses” even the world knew they had no more feelings.