For my first overlocker project I selected some soft peach knit (to match one of the many colours in my triangle skirt) and traced off my best fitting shop-bought vest top. Overlocking just kinda clicked with me straight away but a clear (if a little boring) instructional DVD and great instruction manual helped too.
The top fits well but I think I’d try narrower neck and arm bands if I make another vest top.
Today is my 30th Birthday and I was so pleased to receive this…
Uh-huh an overlocker. I am very excited to have a play with it but first I thought it only appropriate to celebrate my birthday on Clipped Curves with a giveaway. Up for grabs are:
Left – peach floral soft polycotton (0.85m x 1.8m)
Right – drapey aqua ditsy print fabric (0.90m x 3m, right).
To enter leave a message with your email address (or where to find it) before midnight (UK time) on Sunday 21st July. I’m happy to post worldwide and you don’t have to have a blog to enter (although I’d love to see what these get made into).
It was a dark and stormy night when I arrived on the scene of a suspected stash delve. I knew what I wanted to make. Only problem was, I couldn’t pin this case on any old scrap. I had to do some serious detective work to find out the identity of the delved fabrics.
I’d come across cases like this before so I turned to the fibre burn chart for guidance.
Evidence 1: The first item of evidence was aqua and white gingham. This curved scrap of fabric suggested to me that a bodice had been cut and removed from the scene. A fairly tight woven fabric, I had an inkling this was cotton but it could have been a blend of some sort.
I committed the worst act, I attempted to set fire to the evidence. Smelling of burning paper, the fabric burnt easily forming charred, soft grey ash. My suspicions were correct on this one.
Evidence 2: I turned my attention to the second item of evidence. Soft and fluffy, I suspected wool but maybe it was planted by the suspect to mislead me.
I set light to it but this time the flame extinguished quickly leaving crispy black ash. The smell? Burnt hair. This meant only one thing (or 4 things!): Wool (or alpaca, cashmere, llama).
Finally, I could put this case to rest (much like my creative writing career!).