Beth Sprouts Handmade; skjorta

First swedish lesson. Skjorta = shirt. (Pro. a bit like who-worta) (ish).
Anyway, this is another shirt, I was going for 'square' as the pattern.
It was a key player in my summer wardrobe.


Beth Sprouts Inspiration; thinking of the sun

A few choice items from next summer. It looks like the scheme is black and white with a few cut out bits, black in summer? Not for me, I seem to have plucked out the opposite.


Beth Sprouts Handmade; hangover shorts

Well, not that you have to have a hangover to wear these shorts. I doubt they would help.

But needless to say we enjoyed a grand time out at BrisFest yesterday. So I had to put my sleepy eyes to some use and conjured up these very curvey 'winter' shorts. 'Winter' because they are a heavy fabric so may keep my butt warm, time will have to tell.


Beth Sprouts; Die Wardrobe Die!!

Wardrobe culling eh? I think I am a slave to the cull more often than I think. After buying everything I could get my hands on be it sales/vintage/charity shop when I was a poor wee student, I have had to send quite a few clothes packing every season. I think simply we just change and style changes, particularly when you are 'finding yourself'. But I imagine after 25 our style is more permanent. But even if not and we are jn constant flux, these clothes must die! so our new look can roll on in.

But I do think, nice fabrics last, trends do not. Let us invest in well made classics. Shall we allow ourselves a few trendy items, yes! Then these can be culled for the next ones.

And remember one man's junk is another man's amazing find.

P.S be brave with sentimentals, i.e. handmade scarves, shoes you wore when you were sixteen. Someone will love 'em


Beth Sprouts Veg; conundrum

Neighbour. Trims their plant. On their side. The branches on our side tap at the window. Do we prune?

Well I did. And the neighbour put out their rubbish whilst I was scrabbling around (who we have never formally spoken to). Was this by chance? Or was this their way of saying 'get off my bush you toe-rag'?