The pelisse went to heck in a handcart. Actually, it nearly went in the bin, and so did the matching bonnet - and however would Vesna have recognised me in Bath then??
Still needs the belt, collar and cuffs attaching, and the fasteners putting in. On the plus side, I'm now happy with the way it looks, having ripped out all the back gathers so I don't appear to be smuggling my own chair into the room. And I got some nice big fat hooks and bars from a charity shop in Falmouth, cost of 5p for the card.
We had a lovely weekend not sewing. We went to the cider farm near our home and introduced Will to two Shire horses, Sunny and Shadow. He was a little bit hesitant about touching something so big - especially because Shadow's forelock is so dissimlar in texture to cat fur, e thought that was very odd - but he very quickly got the idea that this big beautiful gentle creature was a friend and not to be afraid of him.
Sadly he is also a great admirer of cows, pigs and sheep, so the thought of being able to persuade Mr Methwell that Will really, really needs a horse is.... unlikely, unless we're going to get pigs, sheep (et al.)
We had a bizarre conversation about our favourite draught horses too. I concluded that actually I'm rather fond of the French draught horses, the Ardennais in particular, for their sheer square leg-at-each-corner rotundity. Percherons tend to have a lovely reassuringly dappled rear elevation, like a child's drawing of a horse, but somehow the Ardennais does it for me.
And Mr M, being an East Anglian boy at heart (you can tell an East Anglian boy, but you can't tell him much...) loves the Suffolk Punch.
On a more dismal note, one of the furry fiends tipped a glass of water over my side of the bed at 5am this morning (Maturin will do anything to get me out of bed to let him out....) The corner of the duvet was drenched. The rain is now pouring down from leaden skies.
Let's hope the bathroom radiator is up to the job....
Of course a horse would be an excuse to make a horseriding outfit.
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