Will you get a load of my sister’s travel journal! Is it a bundle of fabulousness or what? Huh? OR WHAT? Mine should be ready to roll in a couple of days. Hopefully American Airlines will be up and rolling by then too. In between hand wringing and pole vaulting off my porch I decided that my sewing machine needed a cover.
Things started out well enough…as well as these things go without a pattern. I was feeling confident and clever as I began, but soon my mood soured. The entire project metamorphised into an ill-conceived fiasco. My original 2-dishcloth method which involved no hemming or pinning had seemed so simple. How could it be So Wrong?! I looked around for someone to blame. No one, it seems, was around. (insert string of bad words here)
It became apparent that my rogue sewing methods had sewn me up into a tight spot. WHAT ABOUT THE CORNERS? Whose idea was this?! I sat on the couch and stared at the corners for a solid hour willing them to sew themselves shut.
THEY DID NOT.
I persevered. While the inside of my sewing machine cover is a
disaster bit untidy, the outside is, well, it’s FINE. I’m pleased. All’s well that ends well. Or some such nonsense.
Next up: No pattern skin-tight party pants made from one of Mama Moss’ old leather jackets.