so I got this notion in my head that I was going to sew some baby blankies. nice, soft, very cute baby blankies. I don't really know how, but by golly I was going to try, and if it killed me I was going to make something special. Bring it on, bobbins and seam-rippers.
That, of course, meant visiting the local fancy-shmancy fabric store that just oozes with inspiration and adorable lovely things. I purchased some fanciful fabric, and a vote of confidence from the shopkeeper, and brought it home, my clueless noggin just brimming with delusions of fanciful stitchery.
Lesson learned: it's beneficial to know what I'm talking about prior to spending a pretty penny on what turned out to be only half the amount of fabric I need for my delusional projects.
Instead of the makings of some gosh darn cute baby blankies, I have a stack of lovely fabric. Too little for blanket making, too nice for much else. Sure, it could be pieced together and made into something slightly different from my vision, but that would require skills far beyond my own. Seriously. The 4 straight sides of a basic blanket had me freaking out a little bit.
Who feels like a big fat dork?
Yeah, me. That's who.
3 comments:
Sister Lloyd to the rescue! You should call her and get her advice. She is a quilter/blanket-maker/sewer extraordinaire and I'll be she could come up with a great idea. And, don't feel bad. I have more sewing horror stories than you can shake a stick at. Sometime, I'll tell you about the Belle (Beauty and the Beast) Halloween costume I put together. It was tragic and the only thing that made it OK was that Sariah was too little to care!
hahahah. too funny. good luck. miss you at girls night. Nicole
Done that before too.
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