4 December 2009
Open Letter to Silk
Oh you are are so lovely to touch, lovely to look at, but utter torture to sew with. Why must you make it so hard? You with all your slipperiness, you and all your finery. You masquerade as soft and gentle and delicate, but once under the foot of the machine you contort and slide and misbehave, making me want to hurriedly dismantle the sewing machine and throw it and you out the window into the pouring rain.
But now you have taken the shape of a dress, you have reverted back to your soft and gentle self again, and that brings me some relief. Peace even. And, as you may notice, Lucy is beside herself, as you turned out far more princessy than I imagined (or cared for), even in your unfinished state. I think a Liberty version will be a lot more pleasing to sew with. With perhaps a patent leather belt... Though I don't think Lucy will react quite the same way as she did when she saw this pink silk version.