Sew there you go ...

My mate, Mrs C and I meet up every Tuesday.

Sometimes we meet at the shops ... and spend money.  Sometimes we meet for lunch ... and eat food.

Recently we decided to meet at my place and have a sewing bee.

It was decided that we would each make a skirt ... the same skirt.

So we went to "Spotlight" and deliberated long and hard over the pros and cons of each and every skirt pattern ... before deciding on this one.

We liked the A-line cut and the way it sat lower on the hips.

We each deliberated long and hard over our fabric choice ... until finally I chose this one ... alas I did not get a photo of Mrs C's fabric choice.  The very best thing about this fabric was not only the retro charm ... but the fact that it was reduced to $3.00 a metre.  Mrs C's fabric was a whole $16 a metre and I'm still feeling rather smug over that.

Then we met up the following Tuesday to get this plan underway.

Mrs C has a particular sewing style ... which does not necessarily complement my own.

She thumbs her nose at such things as tailor's tacks ... she scoffs at the suggestion of cutting notches.  She poo poohs the existence of instruction sheets and declares measuring things to be a waste of time.

It's enough to make me break out in hives.

So we cut out our fabric ... and I even managed to snip a few sneaky notches into mine.

Mrs C likes to live on the wild side ... and so decided she would amend her skirt a little ... by adding a previously non existent zip ... and shortened it by cutting off the bottom in a carefree, non measured way.

My eyelid started to twitch.

I like to live on the safe side ... so I followed the instructions ... religiously.

Fast forward a couple of days and our skirts were complete.

Mrs C declared hers a disaster ... and swore it will never see the light of day again.

Mine turned out to be straight ... not at all A-Line ... and sits on my waist and not my hips ... and will never see the light of day again.

Except for this shot.

And the moral of the story ... well there is no moral ... except that next week we will definitely meet for lunch and eat food!