The cape for Alice-who-isn’t-a-cat is almost done.  It would be completely done but Maud isn’t being helpful.

I need her to stand in a professional dressform manner and allow me to pin the hem.  She insists on falling off her legs into a crumpled heap.  She blames Mr S who has promised to screw her legs back on far tighter than I could ever manage but who has been too busy painting fences and laying lawns to do so.

I blame the gin!

I’m sure someone else has been drinking the not-very-secret bottle I keep in the freezer.  I can’t possibly have gotten that far through it on my own!

But I digress.

I blame the gin!

This evening, as she toppled over once more, I abandonded the cape hem and set to on the Easter Bunnies I’d added to my “to do” list at the beginning of the month.  I had already copied the pattern from Tone Finnanger’s book Crafting Springtime GiftsI’d also cut the fabric out.

BIG mistake.

Because, if I’d read the instructions I would have known to, and I quote, “fold the linen double…trace around the patterns….sew around the pieces leaving ends open”.

Instead I had pieces cut out without seam allowances.


I may just have managed to get away with it had I been using the recommended linen.  But, oh no.  Miss Smartypants here was using an old pair of Mr S’s jeans to make funky recycled bunnies.

And this just did not work.

So the bin in the sewing room looks like Bunny CSI with unstitched limbs and ears unceremoniously dumped.

The moral of this story is read the damned instructions!

Shorts for The Boy it is!