Day 2 started out on a jaunty little step of optimism. We are still on Holiday break so little man and I up and dressed and headed to the store early. I love Hobby Lobby. I have this little girl obsession with all cool stuff that my non creative body could only hope to ever use. I refer to this as my Cinderella Disease. I'm always looking for that magic wand to make my disasters look great. Just a heads up , no matter how much you sit in soot, mice don't talk and magic ladies with wands never appear. Soot is also horrid to get out of of your clothes. I promise it's not worth it.
We arrived at Lowes. Wait, how did I get at Lowes? Darn, should have had that extra cup of coffee. Darn auto driving. After laughing at myself I pull back out and head across the street to Hobby Lobby. Now that I'm actually in a place that sells what I need we set out to conquer.
Knowing the attention of the average 3 year old, I set him to looking at the pretty pictures in the pattern books, while I quickly looked for what I wanted. A bib pattern. Something easy. Cute and easy to practice. Do you sense the "duh duh doom" here? Spent a few more minutes picking out some basic fabric and we then paid for our purchases and headed out. We stopped at the store for bribes, snacks, for the kiddo.
We arrived home and after feeding kiddo his bribe...snack...snacks Kass. I set to reading my new pattern. Hmmm, pretty sure I cut along the solid line and sew the dotted line. I raced to the computer. I'm fortunate enough, at least for me, that most of my friends sew. I quickly asked "hey heffers, is that right" and after a few snickers was told yes.
Pattern cut! That was hard work. I thought I'd reward myself with some computer time and check in with my little guy. This is the beginning to a very "interesting" day.
Did you know you have to wash, dry, iron your fabric before you even cut it. That is totally uncool. I almost sold the sewing machine right then and there. I do laundry because if I don't we go naked. I'd love to do that in the hot southern heat but I don't wish to go to jail. I'm not even sure if our iron is still around or if we ditched it in those days after my husband got out of the military. I found the darn thing hiding in a closet. Poor guy was probably terrified about coming out of retirement.
(several hours later)
Fabric washed, dried, ironed (long sigh) and cut. Happy Dance!!!!!!!!!!!! Time to sew...... I'll save you a lot of reading and just post some pictures. It wasn't pretty. I used that handy seam ripper I bought knowing I'd need it and try two was not any better. In a desperate attempt to save my project I showed it to the friends I call heffers. After much laughing and snickering, they pointed out that it should have been sewn inside out and then turned and finished. (head smack) We all agreed that maybe if I had started with rum then those curved lines might have came out better.
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