Years and years ago when I was rich and didn't have a mortgage or dependants I spent my money on nice things.Hera', the now iconic peacock feather pattern, designed in 1887 by Arthur Silver. 100% Varuna Wool, fringed all around the edge and measures a whopping 52"/132cms square.
While I have always loved it, wearing shawls is not really practical when you're making dinner or ironing - the dangly bits always get in the way - so it has languished at the back of a special drawer I have for just such items - loved but not used. I've often brought it out, looked at it and thought I could make something to wear - I mean there's over a metre - but could never bring myself to cut into it.
Once again, my gratitude goes out to Rhonda. Her endless ideas have inspired me many times and thanks to her, this beautiful scarf has a new found freedom - my Liberty has been liberated!
Rhonda showcased a design of hers on Fabulous Free Pattern Friday (on a Tuesday!) for a little jacket/cover-up made from a lovely embroidered tablecloth. (Link above). Quite simply - fold in two, cut an opening in the centre front, bind the edges and sew a row of stitches on either side. Wear. Genius.
The Liberty shawl was pulled from the special drawer and while I wept, I CUT up the centre to form an opening.
This was bound with a bias strip of sand coloured brushed cotton. Because my shawl was much bigger than Rhonda's tablecloth, I sewed not only along the sides but along the arms too, in a L-shape.
The pattern runs one way, effectively creating a nap, so unfortunately the feathers are pointing downwards on the back. There's a fringed edge to the shawl that I wanted to keep, and this was the only way of keeping the fringe.
My usual photographer (teenage son) was off galavanting somewhere so I took this one myself in his bedroom mirror. Apologies for the poor quality, the dangling wires, Lego, Halo poster and other crap on the walls - and the big blinding flash in the middle.
It's quite a 1920s feel - Isadora Duncanesce and ladies who wore trousers and lounged around on chaise longs sipping from a cocktail glass; that sort of image is conjured up for me.