Saturday, 20 September 2014

New season sewing

For me it's not officially Spring until I see the first jacaranda in bloom.  But while I wait in anticipation I have not been idle.


I have had my eye on a pattern by Violette Field Threads for a little while and when my latest shipment arrived, I knew I had found the perfect fabric.


 It's such a soft, floaty cotton in a summery woodland design. 


I love the back with its scooped neckline and and sewn-in bow.  Available soon in my shops.



Our grandchildren have been forbidden by their parents to use the word Christmas for at least another two months.  It is referred to as The Season That Cannot Be Named.  Knowing how frantic it was for me last year, I decided to get an early start on The Season That Cannot Be Named clothing, beginning with my favourite skirt pattern by Tie Dye Diva.


This little top is so versatile. 


 It goes beautifully with the Christmas (oops!) skirts,under sleeveless dresses or jumper dresses, or simply worn with a pair of shorts or pants.


This is a classic styled dress with a very full skirt and pretty flutter sleeves.


And a big bow at the back.



I am also bringing back a favourite from last season, as it sold out very quickly.

If you are considering starting your Christmas shopping now, you can find these items and many more in my Etsy and MadeIt shops.  And keep the Hot Fudge motto in mind: shop early and shop often.

Sunday, 7 September 2014

Looking for Spring

It's difficult to believe that winter has finally departed, in theory at least.  In fact it's still hanging around and bringing along its friends, rain and wind.  However, if you look hard enough there are delightful pockets of the new season to be found and yesterday we set out to discover a couple of them.


After a soggy walk through the city we arrived at the pop-up gallery where our daughter Maz's paintings are on exhibit, along with some other talented artists.  We were greeted by lovely the gallery director Emilya Colliver who delighted in advising that all Maz's painting were sold and indeed there was a waiting list for new paintings.  Emilya champions emerging artists and her vitality and enthusiasm shine through.  If you are in Sydney you can catch the exhibition which runs until 14 September.  Details can be found here.

 Why not make a day of it and take in the Archibald, Wynne and Sulman Prizes at the Art Gallery of NSW?  


Earlier in the day we took our annual pilgrimage to David Jones in the city to take in their annual Spring Flower Show which is always the best way to get the spirits soaring.


This year the theme is The Enchanted Florence, celebrating the renowned artist Florence Broadhurst.






The display did wonders for us.


The iconic pianist was there to greet the visitors with his cheerful smile and amazing reservoir of tunes which he can choose from at the drop of a hat.  



Of course, the merchandise blended beautifully with the surrounding floral displays and I was hoping to return today to relieve them of a handbag or two.  But we didn't win Lotto.


Thank you David Jones for making us all feel a little younger.


And thank you to our daughter for making us feel so proud.

Monday, 25 August 2014

Goodbye winter

You could not imagine two more differing days if you tried.  Yesterday (Sunday) was a perfect late winter's day; cloudless skies, temperate weather.


Which was just as well, as we gathered for a family lunch to celebrate my brother's birthday.  


The boys amused themselves reading and drawing, waiting patiently for their favourite food ...

Dessert!


In contrast, Saturday began for us at two in the morning when loud hammering invaded our bedroom.  It transpired that our apartment neighbours had a wee problem with their plumbing which necessitated the emergency services of a plumber. With a big hammer.  You can imagine how thrilled we were to discover a few hours later that we were the recipients of their excess water.  


At least it prepared us well for the day ahead, which included joining our granddaughter's cheer squad for very soggy netball semifinals.  Thank goodness for the pop-up coffee vendors who kept us warm on the inside at least.  I felt so sorry for the poor little pets playing their hearts out in such atrocious conditions. 

Available here

 However, it was perfect weather for sewing.

And here
Spring will be arriving in a week (doing the traditional End of Winter Dance of Joy) and I will be busy between now and Christmas with new stock for the summer months ahead and for the Christmas season.

Image: Sara Sprague

Bring it on!

Monday, 11 August 2014

New life

Three weeks from today it will be spring in Australia.  I wish I could say that you can feel it in the air, but with today topping 12 degrees Celsius, I would have to be the eternal optimist to make such a declaration.

Images: Sara Sprague
 But new life abounds, with the trees budding up ready to burst into blossom, and an adorable new baby who is as beautiful as her big sister.


And of course, she loves wearing Hot Fudge.


Wonderful family memories were made yesterday when our grandson was confirmed.


Which meant a special afternoon tea.


With gifts.


And a cake decorated by the boy himself.


 "I think I went a bit heavy with the green, Granddad."



Aunty Maz may have a painting hanging in the Art Gallery of NSW, but how cool is it to have one of her Roadkill drawings on the kitchen blackboard.  Priceless.  And to top it off, thirty-nine years ago today our son was born.  So many happy memories.

Image: Sara Sprague.  Dress: Hot Fudge
Good days, and better days ahead when spring finally puts in an appearance.

Saturday, 19 July 2014

A night at the gallery

Little did I think as I held our firstborn baby that one day I would see her art work hanging in the Art Gallery of New South Wales.


But there she was last night at the official opening of the Archibald, Wynne and Sulman Prizes.


And there we were, soaking up the atmosphere, sipping our champers and celebrating with Maz, our son-in-law Nathan and their friends.

Note:  My camera threw a hissie at being taken out on such a cold night and became quite temperamental. It produced blurry images and half the time took video shots when decidedly not asked to do so.  This is what really happened:   





Along with about 1,000 of our close personal friends, we listened to speeches from officials and politicians, buoyed by even more champagne and Matt Moran catered food.



At last we were invited to view the art works and the rush was on.  Artists and celebrities mingled with us mere mortals as we entered gallery after gallery of paintings on view for the first time.


The Wynne Prize was taken out by Michael Johnson (r) who was suitably chuffed with his win (no pun intended).  


Another entry in the Wynne which caught the eye.



It was difficult to get close to the Archibald winner Fiona Lowry's haunting portrait of architect Penelope Seidler.  It was a popular win and looks so much better viewed in reality than it comes across on the web.


The Sulman Prize was taken out by Andrew Sullivan with his wonderful entry T-rex (tyrant lizard king).  Do you notice what a gracious person I am, considering he was in competition with my daughter?

What Death Leaves Behind
  
I was so happy to finally meet an artist I have admired, Jason Moad who flew up from Melbourne with his wife Peggy to attend the opening.  His beautiful painting was quite poignant - I loved it.



We took one last look at our daughter's entry before braving the winter winds to drive home.  If pride is one of the seven deadly sins, then I stand guilty.