While not as good as The
Great British Bake Off, the Great British Sewing Bee is still strangely
compelling viewing, and at this time of year its dressmaking drama and
tailoring tension is matched here by my wife’s fevered sewing of costumes for
her school’s team in the town’s festival of dance; today required the selection
and purchase of fabric, then the manufacture, of Dracula’s cloak, in which I
played my part by converting between inches and centimetres, by holding one end
of a tape measure, and by nodding wisely when asked my opinion on bias binding
(whatever that is), and by midnight the job was done, which indicated she would
do well on the Sewing Bee, but only if you were allowed to take your husband
helper with you.
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