Brandi, you’d better sit down for this one.
I used my sewing machine again this past weekend.
On three different things.
(How’s your heart rate?)
If you’ve followed my home tour posts, you may recall the pictures of some of the quilts my mom has made. They’re gorgeous. And being somewhat hopeful that I would follow in her footsteps and one day pick up quilting for a hobby, she bought me a sewing machine for Christmas a few years ago. I don’t know what was worse- Mr. Yellow Hat deployed during the holidays or the getting the machine. I think it was a combination of both that left me a bit depressed.
I digress. Anyway, not only did she buy one, but she casually added pressure by mentioning that “…. it’s a really nice [read expensive] one that I got a great deal on. And it comes with some lessons.” Fantastic. That’s exactly what I had hoped for (she seems to have forgotten I dropped out of Brownies when we had to sew).
I have tried to pull the thing out at least once a month. And truth be told, it’s actually been handy because with every move, there comes a new house which means new window treatments, etc. Or the occasional need for a new doll mattress.
So this month’s projects included the repair of one of Big Girl’s dress-up gowns, a repair on a crib sheet, and a birthday gift. A 40% off coupon, my military discount, some ribbon, an iron-on monogram, and far too much time wasted doing battle drawing up the blasted bobbin thread, and I have a cute, inexpensive gift for Big Girl’s friend. I’ve made several now and am even thinking of venturing a bit more to the left on the crafty scale.
If by chance there are any seamstresses out there reading, there's no need to worry about job security. I am still ranked at
amateur dabbling level.