Mine would be Gordon Ramsey. Mainly hoping he could cook us something edible … with what we have
Who’s yours?
Mine would be Gordon Ramsey. Mainly hoping he could cook us something edible … with what we have
Who’s yours?
Mine would be Patrick Swayze which isn’t even possible. I love that man and still get very sad thinking I’ll never ever meet him (maybe in heaven some day).
He was totally lovely
I’m going to be round yours Cate. So I get the pleasure of 2 celebrities!
Your awake early?
LOL and YAY!!
Zero sleep tonight. Gave up at 3am and did some sewing. Now watching Project Runway
I actually went to sleep at 03.30 this morning. What you sewing?
Are you a make do and mender type person?
Yes. I haven’t made anything from scratch for years I just put elastic in about 20 pairs of pants (trousers) … workout stuff mainly… as I’m down 30 lbs
Yay! Bonus.
You any good with zips?
On a scale from zero (what’s a zip?) to ten (zips are easy peasy), I’m a one
Oh you have velcro and buttons. Didn’t get the hang of zips?
Mine isn’t really a “celebrity,” but to me he is. I’d want to spend it with Terry Brooks. He’s a fantasy writer, been spitting out books since the 70s. He could teach me a thing or two and we could just create worlds and stories to live in.
I remember reading the Wishstone of Shannara and a couple of others back in the 80’s. I enjoyed them.
I can do basic stuff, like pillows and comforter covers. Easy lines only
That sounds like a well spent quarantine!
I have done occasionally. My mum taught me, but she didn’t use that gizmo More of a weaving technique
I always remember my mum mending something.
All my jeans ended up with patches on knees and suchlike. And hemmed, and then the hem let down to reveal darker material.
Scarlett Johannsen.
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Ahhhh, memories! especially re: hem drops!
My mum made (and repaired) a lot of my clothes growing up. Even knitted dresses
Shoes were my issue. She always got me ones that were ‘good for me’ (read: Ugly!). One time, a pair wasn’t so bad (comparatively speaking), so I was determined to hold on to them for as long as possible. Kept scrunching up my toes so there was a gap when she did her periodic check. She couldn’t understand why my feet didn’t grow over an 18 month period.
Unfortunately that stunt left me with permanently curled up toes, so no pretty sandals for me. Ever.