I really feel the sentimental pull of old clothes. Folded in an old box somewhere, I still have the top I was wearing on the night I first met Mr B. There are ballgowns I’ll never wear again hanging up in my parents’ spare room. And there are the t-shirts.
There’s nothing quite like a printed t-shirt for anchoring you straight in to a particular time and place. The last day of school (“Class of 04!”); my friend’s hen night (“It’s not a good night out unless you almost get run over!”); that dinner with my family (“Hard Rock Cafe!”) where we met my brother’s then-girlfriend, now-wife, for the first time. And I hardly wear any of them, because they make my neck look really weird:
This is my t-shirt from the last day of sixth-form in 2004, and these are the photos that brought it home to me that t-shirts do not suit me. I know they’re bad photos anyway, but I really do look like this – that high round neckline can somehow remove my neck altogether (a la left photo) or, conversely, make it look stretched and stiff (a la right photo). And so, for the last few years, I have avoided them as much as possible. Without, of course, getting rid of a single item of my personal-history collection.
But over the summer, I was finally liberated by the Sewaholic Renfrew:
…and I’ve been almost exclusively sewing t-shirts ever since. I even made one for Mr B’s Christmas party this week (reserve judgement til you see it.) In fact, consider this a warning that an onslaught of cotton jersey is coming up on this blog.
But before I get into that, I better announce the winner of the Twinkle Sews giveaway (thanks for your welcoming comments and your patience, lovely commenters). The book goes to:
The 4th comment was from Carly, who said “Ooh I was just thinking I hadn’t seen a post from you in aaaages! Nice to see you back. Please enter me in the giveaway – I’m about to give birth so some slouchy knits and tunic tops sounds right up my street!”
Carly, I honestly didn’t fix the numbers, but you sound very deserving of a book full of slouchy tops – it’s all yours!