Introvert me actually likes this blogging thing. Who’d thunk? Getting the whole deer situation thing out lifted some weight or something.
I recently acquired my grandmothers 1949 singer sewing machine. My dad has been asking me if I wanted it since 1998 or 1999, I am not sure. Earlier this year I decided I wanted to make things, and asked for it. It is beautiful. It smells good. Having it here makes me happy. Of course I have not had to make anything that had a button hole in it yet. That will have to be done by hand. I will put a photo up once I find some charged batteries for the camera.
Tonight I made a little pillow with a velcro strap for the DVD player. Bean and I have a bit of a road trip planned for the weekend. She is not much of a movie watcher unless she is sick. The last time we road tripped, we brought the player and she only made it about 10 minutes before she was done, turns out the bottom of the thing was digging into her legs. So, Mama made a pillow. Monkey (she is a year of the monkey baby) flannel on one side, and dog on the other (not enough of the monkey). I did not have to take out one single stitch. This is huge. I made bean bags and bean toss boxes for her birthday. The boxes went well, because I told Hubs of my idea and he put them together. The bags on the other hand were quite the trial for me. That was last week This week though, I finally GOT IT by god. I feel obligated to mention that I spent all week thinking about how the damn thing needed to go together, but the point is I thought of everything and the seam ripper did not have to come out and play.
When I think about it, it makes total sense that it took me so long to get it. I figured how the machine works pretty quickly (no manual for the old, old singer) because I am good at that kind of thing. Creative and arty I am not. But the few things I have made, I had fun doing, and am really proud of. And that is what matters, right?
