It’s rag time. No, not like that. It’s time to talk about rags – glad rags and sad rags.
Firstly the glad rags: one of the joys in
my life at the moment is working from home. This meant that today the tv stayed
on all day (ahem no it does not always stay on all day) – firstly the Krudd
leadership shitstorm, which turned out not to be so shitty, then the Oscars
LIVE. So really it was all about
the frocks as it is every year. God there were some bad decisions. Gwyneth got
it wrong with the cape, JLo – no. Meryl: unflattering
oven bag. Emma Stone and Michelle
Williams, both in red, were gorgeous and looked so happy and under-tanned -
yay!
I’m convinced that the most beautifully
dressed women there were dressed by Johanna Johnson. I do know Johanna a little through my sister-in-law
Zoe. Although I’ve only actually
met Johanna a few times, I feel as though I know her better than that. Maybe it is by knowing her clothes? They
are so exquisitely done and balanced and historical and quietly elegant. And deeply sexy. See more pictures of JJ's Oscar and post-Oscar party frocks: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Johanna-Johnson/103352579737095
BAD RAGS IN A BAG:
I tend not to throw away old worn bits of
fabric or off cuts. They either go
into the laundry to be used for cleaning or into the giant fabric basket for
the ‘one day’ quilt. If they’re felt scraps it doesn’t matter how tiny they
are, they can and will be used for some kind of toy. As a result there are bags within bags within bags of
scraps. It’s a pathology but I’ve
always got the future in mind – the environment, the time in the future to sew
more… But as a result the present storage is bursting at the seams.
A few months ago Matt’s punching bag needed
some attention. Yes we have a punching bag. It is surprisingly brilliant for
exercise but it’d been left out in the rain and had become really heavy. Clearly the stuffing had become
waterlogged. It’s a proper
punching bag, bought from a sports store. It has a brand, but the stuffing wasn’t foam or padded
wool. It was made up of sodden wet
rags. Not just rags actually, but
old jumpers, tops, trousers.
They’d been curled up and stuffed whole into the punching bag. No-one even bothered to disguise them
by ripping them into scraps.
The rags stank not just of damp but of
dirty old clothes (which of course is what they were). When they were spilled out on the
courtyard they looked sad and disgusting. Who chose that cotton jumper for an
eight year old girl? Could they ever have envisaged that they’d end up in a
punching bag?
Then again, all clothes become dust anyway.
What a downer.
I'm working on a top for Matt's Sydney show at the moment.
A scarf has sold at Space Bar (quick, three left), giving me some $ to do something new with the scarves.
None left, I think. We visited the store 2 weeks back and didn't find any.
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