Category: Wonderings
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Frankensteining a 1950s silk suit
A 1950s couture silk dress suit in the most beautiful two-tone mushroom grey. And covered in stains. Here’s the tea: this suit was £14 because to most people it would be landfill-fodder. I don’t know what this chick was doing, but there were yellow stains EVERYWHERE. A moment for the couture construction There’s shit in…
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Shattered silk
I acquired an Edwardian wedding dress in bad nick. Mostly out of interest but also to salvage what I could of the ruffles and lace. Of course it arrived and I can’t bear to cut it up. This tiny, gorgeous thing. It’s not wearable, but I’m going to frame the bodice and hang it over…
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The sea
The sea is one of my Big Loves. I’ve written poems about the sea. I moved my whole life to be near the sea. But I have a healthy fear of it. The yawning maw of the ocean has my respect and deserved wariness. For the first few years I lived on the island, I…
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An age of stops and starts
I was 36 when I stopped tracking calories and started to rely on how I feel and my nutritional knowledge to fuel lifting and running. I was 36 when I stopped experiencing running as a worthy slog and started hitting a joyful flow state. I was 36 when I stopped mindlessly buying clothes and started…
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Leather in the washing machine
Yes, I have hit dizzying new heights with my laundering hubris. I saw a post on Instagram from a vintage shop. They said they use the washing machine DAILY for silk, wool and…suede. Now, I’ve washed a lot of stuff I shouldn’t have. I’ve unfelted a mohair sweater with my fingers and several hours. But…
