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The Sewing Room Is Occupied
Dec. 23rd, 2019 08:08 pmI have finished a squid pencil pouch from Choly Knight's free pattern: https://www.instagram.com/p/B6bNnzrjfyY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
Otto threw a fit and broke a needle on the step where you attach all the tentacles to the body. I switched to my largest needle and he still cried about it and needed to be hand cranked through it. I feel like a sewing machine with "heavy duty" in its name ought to be able to handle ten layers of polar fleece and ten layers of interfacing at the same time. Anyway, the squid turned out super cute, and was only a moderate pain in the ass. If you have a leather needle and some turning tubes, I'd say don't be afraid of it.
This was the last of the Christmas presents, except for the ones for the set of grandparents who arrive next month. My sewing room is now occupied by my sister and her boyfriend. They perched an ash-filled bong precariously on my padded sewing box. What the fuck. If it tipped, I would never get the smell out. Also, what the fuck, were they planning on smoking in the room where I store all my fabric? I have evacuated Otto and my dwarf quilt in progress, just in case.
I'm already itching to sew. I might make a trip into the sewing room tomorrow to retrieve some material and equipment.
We have finished baking all four (yes I know) Christmas cookie recipes - peanut butter cookies, Russian teacakes, gingerbread (gingersnaps? not clear on the difference), and oatmeal chocolate chip walnut cookies. I used my new cookie cutters on the gingerbread cookies, and I have adorably tiny gingerbread people and tiny houses that I hope to assemble tomorrow.
The cookie cutters are clean and put away, all the presents are beautifully wrapped and under the tree, and the tree is decorated, and I just got an adorable Christmas postcard in the mail.
Otto threw a fit and broke a needle on the step where you attach all the tentacles to the body. I switched to my largest needle and he still cried about it and needed to be hand cranked through it. I feel like a sewing machine with "heavy duty" in its name ought to be able to handle ten layers of polar fleece and ten layers of interfacing at the same time. Anyway, the squid turned out super cute, and was only a moderate pain in the ass. If you have a leather needle and some turning tubes, I'd say don't be afraid of it.
This was the last of the Christmas presents, except for the ones for the set of grandparents who arrive next month. My sewing room is now occupied by my sister and her boyfriend. They perched an ash-filled bong precariously on my padded sewing box. What the fuck. If it tipped, I would never get the smell out. Also, what the fuck, were they planning on smoking in the room where I store all my fabric? I have evacuated Otto and my dwarf quilt in progress, just in case.
I'm already itching to sew. I might make a trip into the sewing room tomorrow to retrieve some material and equipment.
We have finished baking all four (yes I know) Christmas cookie recipes - peanut butter cookies, Russian teacakes, gingerbread (gingersnaps? not clear on the difference), and oatmeal chocolate chip walnut cookies. I used my new cookie cutters on the gingerbread cookies, and I have adorably tiny gingerbread people and tiny houses that I hope to assemble tomorrow.
The cookie cutters are clean and put away, all the presents are beautifully wrapped and under the tree, and the tree is decorated, and I just got an adorable Christmas postcard in the mail.
