I unfolded one of the towels, showed Dollar and asked what he thought. He said "They're nice... But I think if they were half that size, they would be perfect. I can't really fold up that huge thing and stuff it in my pocket." I eyed my sister's sewing machine, sitting in a cardboard box in a corner of my dining room for more than a year.
I took it out and took it apart. I read through the instruction manual on how to clean out the lint and where to oil it. I somehow managed to put it back together...
I cut the tea towels. Here they are post-cutting. (Yes, they were too huge to begin with)...
I folded and ironed the cut edge:
And sewed it!
I sewed it! OMGWTFBBQFTW! I never sew. It's just a straight line, but seriously... I'm so proud of it.
I even got out the seam ripper to rip out the pink tags (which I'm guessing Dollar doesn't want) and sew the seam closed again.
I showed Dollar all the iron-on transfers I have and had him pick out what he liked best. Drums, of course...
And I started a snake...
The big win here is that I'm no longer terrified of the sewing machine. Wary of it, sure, but not terrified.
2 comments:
Yea..you are not afraid of the sewing machine...that's great.
I like that you are making those for $...that is really sweet. But, what is really sweeter is that he likes and uses them!
The sewing machine is your friend - just spend some time getting to know it! 8)
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