Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Handmade Christmas Part Two: Patchwork is such sweet sorrow

I've been known to declaim loudly that quilting was Not My Thing: I don't have the patience nor the accuracy needed for cutting all that fabric and sewing all those seams. But quilting fabric is so lovely. And then I came across this, via a person I follow on Twitter:



Doesn't that look like fun? And it is fun! I bought a couple of jelly rolls and got to work with the first roll. Hmmm, my quilt looked significantly smaller than those in the video. Turns out the jelly rolls I had bought were half the size of those used in the video.

Not to worry. I took myself off to The Remnant Warehouse, where I was seduced by their fat quarter selection. Excellent, I thought to myself, I'll cut my own strips and make my own jelly roll!

Soon, however, I realised this was not to be. All that measuring. So I resorted to squares, which of course meant more measuring than strips, but once I realised that it was too late - most of my squares had been cut. I was very grateful for the distraction of The X-Files during those hours of cutting squares and, later, the hours of trimming seam allowances with pinking shears.

But it was kind of worth it. I soon pieced together a bright quilt for my nephew and a pink and green lap quilt for my mum:




Mum's quilt has some bonus embroidery, thanks to a slip of the shears while trimming seams:



I satin stitched over the top of the hole so it wouldn't fray, then added a number of other pink, brown and green spots so it was a 'design feature' rather than a repair.

Next step was to sew the quilt tops to their cotton wadding centres and plain cotton backings. That was done in a trice and I set to the actual quilting part, but my machine baulked at all that fabric for some reason so - you guessed it - I had to quilt them by hand. I came to yearn for a thimble after pricking my finger more times than I can count. But finally they were done and pressed and wrapped and given.

All's well that ends well.

Handmade Christmas Part One: Burning Love

My brother is what you might call a bit of an Elvis fan. And not ironically so. He sent me a link to an eBay item that he wanted for Christmas: an adult-sized, all-in-one sleepsuit, in the fashion of Elvis Presley's famous white jumpsuit. Naturally, I thought I could go one better.

Behold:


It's crushed velvet, with red inserts and red-lined cape. The cape is removable and held in place with press studs. There's gold fringing on the sleeves, and the belt is too low - something I've only just noticed.


The eagle is hand-sequined grey velvet that I appliqued to the front.




I used McCall's 6475 for the basic jumpsuit pattern, dispensing with the hood and booties.

Of course, my jumpsuit is a much simplified version of Elvis's original, which my brother was quick to point out on Christmas morning. Didn't stop him being pretty pleased with it though (I flatter myself). He even tried it on - once all the cameras in the house were in his possession. Spoilsport.

And how could I resist making my three-year-old nephew a matching jumpsuit? He adores it.


Finally, though my brother's partner isn't an Elvis fan, I made her a jumpsuit too; a plain purple one, which should come in very handy for lounging around in winter.


Although I mistakenly put the pockets on too high.

Saturday, 3 December 2011

Handmade Christmas

You'll have noticed posting is a bit light on these days. Fret not, I am still crafting, but since I am working towards my handmade Christmas project, I can't post anything here. Yet.

Well, perhaps a sneak peek...


A corner from one project. To post anything more would be to give too much of the game away, but let me tell you, there's much more going on behind the scenes than some crocheted edging. Much more. I'll have some fun stuff to post come January. That is, as long as I remember to take photos along the way!

Friday, 11 November 2011

Recipe of the Week: Pulled Beef

I think I've mentioned - once or twice - the great UK road trip holiday I took my mum on last year. We ate a lot of terrible food while on the trip but one meal we really enjoyed was at The Luxe in London, which we stumbled upon while hunting for treasure at Spitalfields Markets.

Since I can be relied on to always order a burger if it's on the menu, that's what I had - one of the best burgers I've ever eaten. Mum went out on a limb and tried the pulled pork sandwich - and spent the whole meal raving about it. I've been meaning to try to recreate the sandwich for her for the longest time, and I finally got around to it this past weekend, though I made the recipe with beef, as that's what I had in the fridge.

There's a delicious-looking recipe in Donna Hay's Autumn 2011 magazine, but I was missing a few of the crucial ingredients so I hopped on Google to find a recipe that I did have the ingredients for. I found a recipe at the Accidental Hedonist that looked ideal.

Now, I don't have a barbecue nor was I working with such a vast amount of meat, so I modified the recipe to be cooked in an oven - hardly a change at all really. It does mean that I didn't bother with the smoking of the meat, though I still rubbed my chuck steak with the spice mix before roasting it in a 180 degree oven for an hour.


After this photo, I forgot to take more. Oops.


Once the beef was ready, I drained the juices, separated the fat and used both the juices and fat - along with red wine, barbecue sauce, garlic, onion and green capsicum - to make a sauce. I returned the beef to the dish, added the sauce and put it all into the oven.

The oven, unfortunately, was too hot, but I didn't realise this until the meat had been cooking for an hour. I turned the oven down for the next hour's cooking, but it was too late - the sauce had reduced too much.

I persevered, removing the steak from what was left of the sauce and shredding it with a couple of forks. At least the meat was lovely and tender; perhaps the meal could be redeemed. I added a little hot water to the baking dish and reconstituted the sauce as much as I could, then stirred it through the shredded beef.

Since pulled beef (or pork) is traditionally served on a roll, I made some large bread rolls from a basic white bread recipe.



I popped the meat into the roll, added the traditional accompaniment, coleslaw, et voila! Pulled beef a la Kylie.* And it was delicious.


Don't forget the gherkins!

*In this case, 'a la Kylie' means a little dry. Next time, 'a la Kylie' will mean succulent and juicy, with a lovely balance of flavours. It might also mean 'made with pork'.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Pantsvember the First - The Entrousering

I made it! Thirty-two different dresses in thirty-one days. Thank you, everyone who supported my Frocktober effort by donating in support of ovarian cancer research. If you were here now, I'd give each of you a very big kiss. As it is, I'll just say, 'MWAH!'

Tyler Durden
Pam
Sarah
Jim & Janet
Nicola
Anna
Liz
Charlotte

Anonymous A
Stephanie
Melanie
Anonymous B
Nansi
Emma
Anonymous C

Sophie
Alyssa
Gemene
Mel M
Hema
Robert
Marianna
Dianne
Anne
Bill

Preston Towers
Nat
Tom
Nicole
Rachael
Louise


You helped me raise $1000 for Frocktober! 



*FAINTS FOR REALZ*

Monday, 31 October 2011

Frocktober Week Four

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Here we are, the final round up of dresses worn for Frocktober. Six handmade dresses this week - six! *pats self on back*

It's back to pants wearing tomorrow. For the first time in my life, I'm excited about wearing pants. Check back here tomorrow for the final amount I've raised for ovarian cancer research, if you like. I raised more than I ever thought I could, and it's all down to you wonderful people.

Frocktober Day Thirty-One

So here we are! Final day of Frocktober! *does the Dance of Completion*

I bought this cocktail dress a few years ago from City Chic, during one of their summer sales. It was a couple of sizes too big, but it was very cheap. I knew I could alter it to fit me, and I loved the colours, so it became mine.

(Ugh. I can hear my noisy neighbours fighting. Dudes, it's 7am, can you turn it down a bit?)

Anyway, I brought the dress home and popped it in my wardrobe, where it sat, and  sat, and sat. Until last year, when I needed a dress for a Christmas party. I tried it on again, pinned and marked where it needed to be taken in and set to unpicking the seams. This took forever. Once it was all unpicked, I tried it on again to make sure my alteration marks were still correct, then pinned it all together and - slowly and very carefully - sewed it back together. I made a lace shrug and voila! I had a lovely (& cheap!) outfit for the Christmas party.

(I think the neighbours' fight has got serious. There's moaning in the stairwell, and someone's banging on my door. I'm just going to check everything's OK.)




Guys, my neighbours are not OK. I'm not sure what's wrong with them - they're so pale and they smell really bad. I tried to help them but one of them bit me! I managed to get back inside my flat and lock the door, but I'm feeling a woozy and the place where I was bitten really, really hurts. I've tried calling the police but I just can't get through.

I hope you've enjoyed my Frocktober posts. You've still got all day to donate to support ovarian cancer research, so why don't you do that while I have a little lie down? I'm sure I'll feel fine after I rest for a while.