Everyone knows the tale of the elves and the shoemaker.
It is a little known fact however, that dressmaking elves also exist. If you leave out pieces of fabric at night, they just can't help themselves. There's one catch. They do require payment; it seems that elves have a very sweet tooth.
With a cunningly laid trail of sweets and buns, I managed to lure a pair of elves into my house, and this blog is to showcase their work.
I enjoy writing historical romance, and I am currently completely my third manuscript. I thought I'd put the occasion extract here, mainly descriptions of regency clothing to tempt you crafters... Let me know if you like them.
18th June 2011:
A line of tiny buttons marched down the back of her dress, like soldiers on manoeuvres. The skirt was gathered at the back to fit the tight bodice. He’d thought her dress plain before, a taupe muslin designed not to show dirt; an ideal choice for travelling. But now against her ivory skin, and the golden freckles spilling down her shoulders and slender arms, he was reminded that there was beauty even in the ordinary or mundane. The rippled fabric encircled her, light and shadow chasing one and other continuously across the undulating surface.