Picture the scene, if you will. Christmas, 2012. A very lucky lady receives a sewing machine. (That’s me, btw.) Said lucky lady realises she doesn’t have a clue what to do with it, or even how to switch it on.
Join me in my adventures of learning how to sew; starting with the the inevitable ineptitude and wonky bits, until we get to where I hopefully end up making things that won’t be received through gritted-teeth smiles from faux-grateful relatives.
Expect broken needles, over-ambitious attempts, and some decidedly dodgy appliqué (“it’s shabby chic! OK, OK, it’s just crap.”)
Oh, and I hereby solemnly promise that I will never ever make a floppy-disc cover again, seeing as that’s the only thing I’ve ever sewed. In Year 10 at school. Which was about 10 years ago. It was rubbish.