With a lot of help, and many grueling hours of sewing, I had finally put together four crappy looking curtains, each a different size. I was still determined, so I set to work creating a pattern for a skirt, then began sewing it. It was coming together, but one side was longer than the other, and the back didn't stay curved to my body, it stuck WAY out. Oh Well, I thought, no one is looking that closely at me anyhow. I pressed on... just to discover I was pregnant. Phew, I now I had an excuse not to finish. It wouldn't fit for long anyhow. I carefully put everything away.
Every time we move, de-clutter, or whenever I'm looking through old things for memories sake, I carefully pop the blue lid to a Rubbermaid container and peer in at my old sewing machine. Then I stick my hand in and feel the samples of the material I purchased...8 years ago. I've wanted to give it another try for so long, but have been afraid of failure. I have let so many years go by, so many of them wasted, paralyzed by fear. I recently received a bag of scrap fabric from freecyle, and decided to give it another go. Suddenly I didn't care about failing. What's the big deal anyway? I made two tiny items. Too small to actually use, but they have given me enough confidence to try to make Bella a pair of pants.
tiny pair of pants, maybe for a future doll?
small bag
3 comments:
Well, I love your creations! I'm glad to see that you got your sewing machine out...I love to sew, I just can't seem to find the right time to do it and a place to keep everything instead of having to pull everything out and then return it in it's place again. I think that's half the battle and by the time I get everything out and ready to sew everyone is asking me to sew and "Can you make me this and that?"
very nice Eva I knew you had it in you. Next you'll be on ETSY! Keep it up it becomes addicting.
Sister, what beautiful work you do!
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