I always knew joining the WI would be good for me.
A bit like a finishing school – just a little late.
The latest activity was a Saturday spent dressmaking. And I have brought home more than just improved zip-sewing skills.
I left in scruffy jeans and a hoodie and came back a lady – well wearing a dress to say the least.
Plus it fitted, which is more than can be said for most of my clothes.
It’s not that I don’t want to look nice, I guess I just have things higher up my priority list – and I hate shopping.
My hair does it’s own thing and my wardrobe would scare the Snow Queen back to Narnia.
It’s a haven for stolen jumpers and MC-Hammer-style baggy trousers.
But making a dress really made me see the value that goes into clothes.
And the benefit of a good fit.
After all, a few well-chosen items is more useful than a mountain of unwearables.
Or better still, I could use my new-found skills to craft myself a collection.
I’d better warn my sewing machine.