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So long, Blogspot. Hello, Wordpress!

I've been wanting to move my blog away from Blogspot for a while but could never be bothered to actually do it. This week was the tipping point though, and I've now fully migrated over to  https://patsypoomakes.wordpress.com/ . The blogspot address will remain here but all new posts will only appear at  https://patsypoomakes.wordpress.com/ .  There are lots of reasons for the move but my biggest one is how hard Blogger has made it for people to subscribe to receive new posts via email. It's such a basic requirement but apparently, they think it's too much to offer.  I'm basing this purely on how I myself prefer to consume this stuff. I can't be arsed with feed readers anymore and emails are easy and convenient. When I receive one, if I fancy reading it, I will click through to it and, if not, I'll just delete it. Another reason is the spat between Google (owners of Blogger) and Instagram/Facebook/Meta. I don't even know if this is still the case anymore ...

{sewing} My Finished Granville Shirt

I finally finished my shirt of doom ! Check it out! And even though it was the shirt of doom, it's FULL of mistakes and everything went wrong in the making of it, I'm still happy with it. Finalmente terminei minha camisa ! Olha só! E mesmo estando cheia de erros e ter dado tanta coisa errada durante sua criação, ainda assim estou muito feliz com ela.

{sewing} Finished Coco

The run of bad luck seems to have stopped now. Jolene has been fixed, brought home and even finished the Granville shirt - except for the buttons. Phew! Pelo visto a bruxa não está mais à solta por aqui. A Jolene foi concertada, já voltou pra casa e até terminou minha camisa - faltam só os botões. And I have a new dress to show off! I finished it a few weeks ago but today is the first time I've worn it. It's one of those "secret pyjama" outfits and I really love it. Not to mention that it makes me look way more dressed up than my usual choice. A bonus of sewing my own clothes: what's the point in making scruffy stuff? Melhor ainda, agora tenho um vestido pra mostrar! Terminei faz um tempinho mas só estreei hoje. É um desses pijamas em disfarce e uma delícia de usar. Sem contar que me sinto muito mais arrumada com ele do que minhas opções do dia-a-dia. Uma vantagem de costurar minhas próprias roupas: pra que perder tempo fazendo roupa relaxada?

{knitting} The universe is against me II

Remember a few days ago when everything was going wrong in my sewing room ? I thought maybe it was the shirt that was cursed or something and made peace with that. You know, some projects just aren't meant to be finished or easy or both. Plus, a first proper tailored shirt wasn't going to be the easiest thing I ever made, right? Time to move on to knitting. Lembra quando tudo estava dando errado na minha sala de costura? Acabei achando que era a camisa que estava azarada. Tipo, sempre existem aqueles projetos que não foram colocados nesse mundo para serem terminados. E mais: nunca achei que minha primeira camisa fosse ser moleza, né? Hora de pegar o tricô.

{on the sewing table} The universe is against me. Fact.

Man! Have I had a craptastic couple of weeks so far or what?! HELL YEAH! At first I thought the curse was only limited to the shirt of doom  my Granville shirt but then my knitting was affected as well. E quem mais está achando que a bruxa tá solta nesses últimos dias? Inicialmente pensei que ela estivesse se limitando à minha camisa da desgraça  Granville mas ontem meu tricô também foi afetado... Ok, so let's start at the beginning. I completely and utterly buggered up the collar/collar stand on my Granville shirt. As you can probably spot, the stand hardly extends beyond the collar because I went scissors-bat-shit-crazy on it but only realised it after having ripped it out once. I ain't about to do it again - don't think my relative sanity the fabric can take anymore. Ok, comecemos no começo. Eu acabei com o colarinho da minha camisa. Na foto dá pra ver como ele acaba praticamente com a gola porque surtei com a tesoura na mão. Mas só notei isso depois de já ter desma...