The following is going to dent my pride. (But as they say: there is no such thing as bad publicity ... or bad blog material. Its all good.).
If you have followed recent entries here, you might know that I entered a couple of sewing categories in the Arts and Competition at the Royal Melbourne Show. You see last year, the garment categories were remarkably quiet - and some were empty. I thought it a bit sad that dressmaking languished in the shadows cast by other burgeoning crafts such as quilting.
Next year, I said to Mr HB, I will fly the flag. I'll enter something.
It would be worth noting that at the time he asked (some would say unkindly) as to how I might feel if I was the only entrant and didn't get a prize?
But, as it turns out he was on to something. There were three entrants to Class 79 Childrenswear. One received a prize. Third prize. Needless to say it wasn't me.
I know judging would have been to very high and exacting standards. I wonder if I was disqualified? Was it the press studs on my little girl's blouse (pictured above)? Or the machine (not hand) sewn continuous binding on the plackets? Did I break the rules ... or was I way out of my league (read: frankly rubbish)? I guess I will never know.
At least I can say I gave it a go. I flew the flag ... even if was a little bit tattered and at half mast.
Looks like neither Sheeps Clothing nor I got a brass razoo in the scone category either. Rats.