Jodie. 31. Introvert. Sewing dork. Devourer of novels. Hula Hooper. Bike rider. Lover of long quiet walks. Newlywed. Dreamer.
Wandering the streets of Paris in 2006 I was intoxicated with the beauty of french fashion. I was so inspired I bought a sewing machine as soon as I returned home so I could replicate some of the beauty I’d seen. I dreamed of making all of my own clothes but my overwhelming fear of failing meant my machine sat on a shelf for 4 years. During a period of unemployment I finally brought out the machine, bought a pile of fabric and patterns and bashed my way through my first couple of handmade tops. I’ve never been able to stop since. I named my blog after my fear because I wanted to conquer it. And I have.
50s style dresses, maxi dresses, skirts long and short, tank tops, blouses and scoop neck tops.
Her own shoes! This is the most recent challenge I’ve set myself. Making my own shoes to go with my handmade clothes. Also bags, jewellery and soft furnishings for around the house. Jackets and Pants are still foreign countries requiring further study and courage to visit. Also one day I might even sew for my husband.
Reading, bushwalking, hula hooping, juggling, bike riding, listening to great music, hanging out with Freckles the Dalmation.
I used to worked as a High School English and Drama Teacher, had a brief career as a Stage Manager at some small theatres in Sydney before falling into Ticketing and working in Theatre Box Offices for the last 4 years. It’s quite inspiring to work amongst other creative and curious individuals in a workplace that can’t help be wonderfully strange in vastly different ways everyday.
I edit out all the awful pictures first. You know, the Weird Face Ones and the I Don’t Know What To Do With My Hands ones before picking about 4 or 5 good ones. I have a vague order to put them in and a vague idea of what I want to say. Generally I write until I feel it’s time for another picture, paste one in, decide it was a great spot to put a picture in to break up the writing and pat myself on the back. Then I repeat that process until I run out of pictures, words or both. And voila, I have a post.
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. - Samuel Beckett
People watching. Patting fabric. A well worded sentence. The quiet of the library. The smell after rain. Watching Jacaranda trees blossom. The cold damp air on bushwalks. The wag of a happy dog’s tail. Pinterest. Passionate and curious individuals. Watching the seasons change. Love in all forms. Interesting style lines. Adventures.