A Gingham Davenport Dress

A Gingham Davenport Dress

My sewing frenzy continues apace, and today I’m showing off my Friday Pattern Company Davenport dress. The gingham trend has not gone unnoticed and I was pleased that Past Natalie had bought a length of cotton/ polyester navy gingham a few years ago from my old work. I’m trying SO hard to whittle down my…

Making the Bakerloo.

Making the Bakerloo.

The moment I saw the Nina Lee Bakerloo dress I was besotted. You know, with That collar. The large be-frilled collar that took all the earliest Millenials back to their childhoods. I don’t even know if I owned any dresses or blouses with a collar that fancy but it’s definitely in my memory as a…

Jumpsuit Jack Flash

Jumpsuit Jack Flash

I have never worn a jumpsuit in my life. My long torso, short waist proportions mean they have been perma-wedgie garments in my experience. Plus, shorts always do a weird thing and ride up between my legs and I hate feeling stressed by my clothes. So, I have avoided jumpsuits because even though they look…

A Big Fat Hypocrite

A Big Fat Hypocrite

Content warning: I will be discussing weight loss surgery and intentional weight loss. “Have you thought about weight loss surgery?” I’ve been asked this approximately 462,623 times in my colourful career as a 40 year old super fat lady but it was this particular moment in my psychiatrist’s office in January that got me. For…

Losing Miffy.

Losing Miffy.

We lost Miffy on Sunday. She had been showing signs of neurological distress in recent weeks and had a terrible turn for the worst on Saturday night. As I napped on Sunday morning after a 3am run to the vet hospital, I heard, “Natalie, it’s time”. Nick has a habit of waking me up from…

I cut up one of Nick’s polo shirts to clone it, because clothes for larger plus size men don’t exist.

I cut up one of Nick’s polo shirts to clone it, because clothes for larger plus size men don’t exist.

Menswear is a dearth wasteland of boring nothingness but when you’re a plus size guy going clothes shopping… it’s more like a hellscape of polyester tropical prints, jorts, and too-short shirts. My poor large husband, sweet precious Nick, has been so traumatised by shopping for clothes over the years that he fears he’ll never be…

Upon thinking about my body getting bigger.

Upon thinking about my body getting bigger.

My body has changed. You might have noticed. Now I’m living in a larger vessel I’ve been thinking about it and yes, worrying about it too. This post isn’t about numbers or reducing, and it is written from the perspective of someone who believes in fat liberation. Fat people are human and should be treated…

Muna and Broad Waikerie and Sculthorpe.

Muna and Broad Waikerie and Sculthorpe.

I haven’t sewn in a long time, not since I went into hospital at the end of last year. When I went to sew up some face masks the other week I found, unsurprisingly, that my Pfaff 1222E had seized up. Usually I can get her going again with a bit of oil and hand…