Put a ribbon on it




I have always had a ribbon habit. I remember my Primary Ballet exam, way back many years ago. I recall some nerves about the exam itself and I retain some memory of all the practise but my overwhelming memory is of the dress.



A white embroidery anglaise cotton dress. It was sleeveless with a simple round neck, fitted bodice and flared skirt. I loved that white embroidered cotton, I remember my fascination with the pattern and tracing it over and over with my fingertips. I could hardly sleep for wishing to wear that dress.



The crowning glory of the dress was its ribbon sash. A thick navy blue velvet ribbon - rich, soft velvety ribbon. I loved the plush pile and the perfect bow it made. There was extra ribbon too, enough for my hair. Two high pigtails, curled and tied with ribbon.



I know, it sounds so very old fashioned now. I had actual ringlets in my hair! I have no idea what they wear nowadays, I am pretty sure it involves lycra.

That was the beginning of my ribbon love.




Now I have a jar stuffed full of scraps and I try to use every last little piece. I have longer pieces hanging from my pin board and stuffed into tiny drawers and sometimes I day dream about being locked overnight in V W Rouleaux. I still love velvet but I think my overwhelming preference these days is for grosgrain. The very word itself is so satisfying. Grosgrain.



I like it plain.




I like it striped.

Naturally I need to keep coming up more reasons to stash ribbon and right now it's bookmarks which you can find in the Handmade at Poshyarns shop.