That's immoral

Yeah, hi, sorry I've been gone a bit lately- it's not because I haven't been doing fabrics, in fact, quite the opposite. I've been doing SO MUCH fabrics that I haven't even thought of documenting my progress, I'd need five posts a day to keep up.
I've taken a couple of photos so I'll chuck those up tomorrow, in the meantime, let's discuss the last few days. I often listen to the Hamish and Andy podcast while I sew, and in the last few days I've gotten through fourteen hours' worth of their beauty. I am oh so up to date on their adventures of 2009.

The "immoral" activity referred to in the post title is about some sewing I recently did for my 7 and 8 year old cousins. My aunt drops them off at sewing boot camp for the day, in exchange for babysitting wages paid in fabric shop vouchers. It would be soooooo much easier if I could measure them and then they would fuck off, but, you know, the kids like to feel as though they are helping, even though they only have a very vague grasp of how to use a pin correctly.

This is all well and good, but the eight year old wanted a dress that looked a bit like these iconic items.

I'm pleased to say that her version is more PG, but through the whole sewing process I couldn't help thinking of these beauties. Feelings of unease were in the air.

The other outfit I made was for the 7 year old, who has a thing for mermaids and has been begging me to make him a mermaid costume for about two years. I finally complied, although I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. Heroes of our time. This kid heckled me throughout the process, actually shouting out sewing tips to me from across the room. M8 I kknnnoooowwww how and when to use elastic, stop shitting yourself.

The kiddos look oh so cute though, I'd put up pictures but I feel a bit weird putting youngins on the internet without them knowing.

Merry Christmas my darlings!!!!!!!!