If you’d have asked me what household item I’d miss when I moved to the US I’m fairly certain I’d have probably picked some convenience from the kitchen, blender, cake tins, the pasta maker. Surprisingly, the item I missed the most turned out to be my sewing machine, in part because I needed to make curtains for both of the rooms I rented but also because I found a great source of cheap fabrics at the fabulous Scrap Exchange and felt inspired by some very talented friends who ran a sew-op evening of making stuff.
Although thanks to my somewhat traditional education, I am qualified to GCSE level in making-a-sewing-machine-run-a-straight-seam-without-impaling-your-finger, I rarely have time to make things. Mostly I experience craft a bit like art; I browse, observe and admire, hoping that I could replicate the items I like the best but knowing that my attempts would doubtlessly be less than impressive.
But it’s Christmas time and as I’m not totally immune to kitsch and sentiment when I saw these little felt boots I wanted to replicate them for my god-daughters in Finland. Now the originals looked lovely (and simple) but on closer inspection were for teensy generic babies of unspecified age and foot size (*sigh*). Undeterred, I acquired the girls’ foot measurements and went to work, with the results recorded in the photo diary below.
Altering the pattern to fit an actual child and making a prototype…