I knew it as soon as I woke up this morning. No, scrap that. I knew it as soon as I began to swallow and my body reacted like it was on red alert and it was time to jump ship. Sick… Again. Great.
Lumbering about the empty apartment I tried to decide what to do with my day. Fold the washing? Clean the dishes? Tidy my room? Lesson plan for the following day? The productive options seemed endless. I could even finish my pirate book, or do some crafts to sell on Etsy…
Instead I decided to make a skirt.
I had the material from that one day I decided to make a skirt and didn’t. Now would be that day! Who cares if it was the one weekend my flatmate had left with the sewing machine to make sock monkeys, I was gonna be kicking it old school!
Scouring the internet for patterns I could make with 1meter of fabric, no zip and no elastic, it soon became evident that I would be on my own. So I turned on The Tudors, pretended I was a seamstress in the court of England, and got to work:
And this is the end result! (yes, it took me all day and no, I didn’t have lunch until 5:30. It’s not like I had anything more important to do!)