The sewing machine, that is. She’s back from the spa. At least she’s not breaking stitches when quilting. In reality, yes, I am PICKY about my quilting stitches and I’m not enthralled her stitches anymore. I need them to be factory fresh like they used to be. I wonder if she needs to travel to her homeland sometime to get her back to the stitches I knew and loved. Maybe I should take her there myself. Ah, well… At least I can wind bobbins now. I may be adding the Sidewinder to my cadre of tools soon too.
Here is a sneakity peekity of something the machine and I did today:
I love the shadows created on the quilted linen. Hmmm….should I show you part of what she is attached to:
Yes, a little bit of Christmas fabric. In July. Hmmm… That is all I can divulge. I will say that at some point this week, I thought it would be easier to make a quilt than, say, a garment.
I’ve been making a garment this week. I’ll show you that when I feel better about it. I used to spend my young summers sewing garments. In an un-air conditioned house. I was sticky with sweat and dog hairs (because I cut out my patterns on the floor). Every garment ended up mediocre. I remember the sick feeling when I would be nearly done — realizing that something had gone awry and this garment would not meet my vision. Well, why couldn’t the middy braid fix the purple and white print for the sailor top???? I’m still waiting for the answer to that.
So, this week, I’ve hearkened back to early days of sewing. And my garment has indeed turned out mediocre. The top stitching is not pretty. And, GASP, the thing doesn’t fit (unless I have some ribs removed). I do meet the criteria set forth by the size I chose. Alas, my rib cage apparently does not.
And sew it goes…