non cogiteram ergo dissuo

It means, "I wasn't thinking, therefore I unpick." 

It is, of course, in relation to the Alice +Olivia pant. I'm about 50 steps through and they're going to be too tight.  Should have known. That old rule, "make your muslin in fabric that behaves in similar ways to your final fabric."  You know that rule? Well, what does polycotton with 5% lycra and cotton drill have in common? Nothing, one stretches, the other doesn't. So one makes you think you've made a size too big, the other tells you you've made a size too small.  I'll finish them anyway, and pour myself into them for a shot and then it's straight to the pink bag. 

I'm really bummed about it, because they are very time consuming and detailed and if they had fit well they would have been a great addition to my wardrobe.

I sat down last night with a glass of wine and a block of chocolate and thought about what to do about it. I realised first off that dieting to fit into them wasn't an option. Nor is putting them in my wardrobe with the hope that one day I might fit them. They'll just mock me every time I open the door. Finishing them with pride, and then passing them on to someone who really is a size 14 seems a good bet to me, since I unpicked them and resewed with the smallest seam allowance possible and they are still too tight.

Still, 2 wonderful things happened to me today that have made me realise that the pain of struggling through those back welt pockets for someone else will soon fade. 

First off, Elle from Wardrobe Revival nominated me for a blogging award. That is so sweet, it's really nice to know someone else gets the joke. Thank you Elle, I accept with pride. I am supposed to pass it on to 7 others but I can't do that : there are too many wonderful blogs out there for me to possibly choose. Not only do I look at the ones down my toolbar, but I follow the ones on their toolbar, and then in my bookmarks folder I have links to ones on no-one's toolbar, but I like to keep a lazy eye on what they're making. How to choose? Impossible. Everyone has something unique to offer, that's the beauty of it.

Secondly I had a wonderful day op shopping. Mary, the woman who runs the Hospice in the village,  invited me out the back to look though their fabric stash. I got some lovely retro fabrics. I got a cotton sateen, and a cotton muslin, and a plain cotton. I got 2 table cloths. One in linen, in perfect condition, and the other on our table, at least for now, until I get around to refashioning it into an apron for Playcentre. 

I realised a very important thing in relation to the Alice + Olivia pant. I haven't the mental energy for complicated patterns at the moment.  I kinda said it before, but this time I'm listening.