Seriously. You are not allowed to laugh at my sewing attempts. You are not even allowed to smirk. Joy, I see you smirking! Just because you sew lovely creations every day doesn’t mean you can smirk at me!
First I should give you some background. I can’t sew. And I finally realized that it might not actually be because I can’t sew but rather that sewing takes practice and I don’t have the patience to put up with the sewing machine long enough to practice. My needle is always coming unthreaded, I get hunched over and my shoulders hurt, it’s just a pain in the neck.
I had an IB English teacher who, in all her infinite wisdom, felt that people should learn to do many things. Or at least try them. Okay, I can’t say as I disagree with her, I’ve tried many things over the years. But she decided we needed to learn something new as a semester project. I thought, in all my infinite wisdom, that it would be fun to try sewing. It was not. Choosing the pattern and the fabric was fun, cutting it out wasn’t bad, putting the stupid thing together nearly drove me to drink. And I was only 15!
So my forays into sewing have been limited. However, I got some sort of brain fart last week and decided that I needed to make myself a purse. A purse of all things. What was I thinking? But it’s a rag quilt purse, so I figured it wouldn’t be too bad. And it wasn’t, except for the part with the sewing machine. And, with a rag quilt, getting straight seams isn’t quite as imperative as it is with other projects. I actually finished it in a day. To be fair though, my mom and sister came over and played with Shelby while I quilted the blocks. And then I put them together after she went to bed.
Here it is in all its glorious gloriousness.
You can buy patterns to make these online but, being the engineer-type that I am, I just drew my own sketch. I did, however, misoverestimate the amount of fabric I would need. By twice. I’m still not sure how that happened.
Feel free to leave comments. But no laughing. And no haranguing. I mean it!