Read Natalie Solent on sewing.
Some of you may be under the misapprehension, which I concede I have not striven to correct, that I like sewing.
In fact I loathe it and perform the hateful act only as a spiritual discipline. Of all the sects of this peculiar practice the most contorted, maddening and repugnant to a free spirit is that branch of self-flagellation known as dressmaking.
I am currently making a dress. But that’s not the worst.
If it were for me I could have quietly left the half-made thing out for the recycling van by now, like Dr Moreau deciding that the result of crossing man and lobster was an idea whose time had not yet come. But once parental guilt enters the arena such easy tactics are unthinkable.
She also mixes concrete.