high hopes... the sequel

it would be most true to say dearest readers

i am extremely proud of myself.

i am not saying that in a boastful way

more of a 'i can't quite believe i did it' way.

for armed with my roll of coloring paper,

a few yards of fabric,

little more than a sketchy idea in my head

and

my high hopes

i created a dress.

it is a little bit crafty,

it is a little bit eclectic

and

it is a little bit Tif.

so without further a do,

may i present in all her newborn glory

a 'high hopes' frock

to some upon close inspection,

she may appear to be just a floral potato sack

with some dottie angel charm

but to me

she is filled with high hopes of things to come.

i am quietly amazed that not only did i construct a dress with nothing more than my imagination and my hands,

but it actually fits,

it is, i believe, well made

and most importantly of all,

is wearable.

she is off to meet a lady who owns a storage unit full of mid century thrifty finds ~ Tif

rain stops play...

it is a bit like Wimbledon i feel today...

rain has stopped play,

i wish to continue on from yesterdays high hopes

but alas the rain will not allow,

for what is a post about a 'homemade handmade' frock

if it lacks pretty pictures.

for indeed we are all about the pictures are we not...

so for now all i can tell you is,

a small miracle happened within mossy shed yesterday.

with the help of Miss Ethel,

the 'homemade handmade' gods smiled down upon me

and

a dress was born

and yes,

glory and disbelief shone all around...

but for now,

between my 'high hopes' posts

i have none other than the fabulous,

Sir Cliff Richard

to entertain us whilst we wait out the rain.

which i think is terribly wonderful of him at such short notice.

so without further ado...

take it a way Sir Cliff

she will indeed be back, weather permitting, donned in her 'small miracle' tomorrow ~ Tif

high hopes...

there is the usual level of high hopes in the shed this morning,

laundry that needs to be done,

groceries that need to be bought,

emails that need to be answered,

a used dog that needs to be cared for

and

a nest that needs to be nested in,

for it is a very 'nesty nest'

made at the weekend

and it keeps on calling my name...

i removed the back cushions from our granny sofa and in their place i put some dottie angel throw pillows,

i awaited the cries of protest but strangely so far, no one appears to have noticed i am thinking this is because the whole of the shed is so 'dottie angeled' and things change around at such an alarming rate that my clan can no longer keep up and it is all a blur to them.

yesterday whilst out and about 'flea-ing' with our #1 in Freemont i came across the most beautiful cross stitch tablecloth,

not at the actual flea market but a thrift store close by.

it is large in size and had the sum of $6 upon it.

i could not leave it behind for i knew the hours of work that went into its beauty...

on returning to the shed i noted how perfect it was for finishing off my nest.

but today i have upped the level of high hopes,

for today is the day i am making a dress!

and not just any old dress i might tell you,

but a dress made from scratch

(did i hear someone gasp?

that's perfectly alright for i too gasped for i know when aged 12 i swore never to attempt such a thing again after donning my 'pitched tent' of a skirt made at school)

but this time

i am armed

with several yards of fabric from my stash,

a roll of paper left over from the days my children loved to 'color in' with great gusto,

and

my imagination.

for if i have that, then i have faith in myself...

i am aiming for a summer frock with a hint of dottie angel,

that's right,

a summer frock that makes me look like an eclectic bohemian crafty woman of an uncertain age

and not as i fear,

a woman of a very obvious age, wearing a floral potato sack.

she is thinking anything is possible when you have 'high hopes', then again she is thinking 'high hopes' haven't always been enough in the past ~ Tif