Because I don't have the money to spend on designer items, nor access to much other than fast fashion that ends up in the thrift shop, I am beginning to think of sewing. Yes, I have previously stated that I dislike sewing, and it's true that I always have. My skills are certainly rusty and I have a new machine I don't know how to properly use, having oddly misplaced my much loved vintage Bernina. But perhaps, I will soon venture into the land of sewing because now I know what I want to make. Perhaps it was not sewing I disliked so much as what I was sewing.
Taking small steps, I have recently done a bit of upcycling, taking thrift shop dresses that were weird and turning them into skirts. The short skirt here was a strapless mini dress. I removed the top, sewed up the raw edges at the waistband et voila! So nothing really adventurous yet; I'm just dipping my toes in the water.
This attempt to belt the waist lasted about five minutes. The belt came off and I wore the tunic loose. Just can't seem to tolerate something belted at my waist.
Funny how a swipe of tinted lip balm makes me look like I am wearing full makeup. I could definitely get to like the convenience of that!
In my dress made into a skirt, off I went to The Filberg Festival with mum. Located nn the beautiful grounds of the Filberg Family estate the festival takes place on the first weekend in August every year and involves a juried show of arts, crafts and lots of food and entertainment. This beautiful park-like setting is on the water and the grounds and gardens are maintained by volunteers. Fortunately a good portion of it is under the shade of magnificent trees though there are some wide open and very hot and sunny areas as well, typically where the food and music is to be found.
This lovely woman, might look like a model but she's my mum! I snapped many candid photos and in the process discovered that mum is constantly moving her head about. This was my least blurry result. I think I have inherited that head flitting thing because I really noticed it when I got my first pair of varifocals. I had to learn to move my head differently so my eyes could adjust to the lenses.
These two ladies were standing outside their clothing booth and allowed me to take a photo of them when I admired their outfits. I told them I wanted to put the photo on my blog, which is in no way at all a famous one.
I'm including some photos which are not mine, to show the Filberg Heritage Lodge and grounds at non-fesitval times. I was married here, way back in another lifetime.
This carving above is a good example of how I feel when I get out of bed in the morning!
Well, there you have it. That was my Saturday. Mum and I did the very quick tour of the festival and that took us three hours. That was the maximum that I could manage and I am spending today recovering. I go out tonight, again, but much less walking will be involved. Theoretically there will be dancing but I cannot yet imagine having the energy to manage that.