Heck if I know!

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So,  yesterday,  I spent a good part of my time wrapping old washer rings for pattern weights and sewing a pair of shorts I had jury rigged a pattern for.

I got the jist,  but I am not perfect at them yet. The waist band seems to be very lose just at the back and making darts doesn’t seem to fix it!

So,  I move on for a moment. I found a link to a tutorial for a very awesome dress. It seems simple enough and the entire theory behind it is trial and error,  finding out what works for you!  Which is perfect for me!  Cause that is how my mind works.  Haha.

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I may not have such a unique and gorgeous panel of fabric but I suppose that is just as well seeing as how I will probably have to do it over and over again! I am slightly worried about when I have to rip out the seams since I am using a box cutter at the moment because I broke my seam ripper a few days ago. I didn’t even know you could do that!

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I am going to make my first few tries out of this fabric since for whatever reason my mom had about 11 yards of it! But the moment I saw that dress, a different fabric came to mind straight away.
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This light creamy pink brocade that had been added to the collection about four years ago. I only have about three yards of this however so my mistake bank doesn’t exactly have a lot of room.

Wish me luck! I have a feeling that bodice piece and those darts are going to give me the most trouble…

Dipping the Toes in, To Getting Tossed In

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Well, I have always been creative and a notion for the crafty.  Going into department stores and boutiques always felt irritating and filled with frustration.  Dropping all this money on something I won’t ever entirely enjoy or feel like it is really expressing my style.

Recently,  I got really sick. I have always had some health issue or other popping up,  but I hadn’t been locked down like this before. Thus,  not being able to work and that leads to a lot of extra time. Plus, being away from the high stress/negative environment that was my job,  led to me gaining some much needed weight that I had lost when I started working there. Thus – none of my clothes no longer fit. Let’s call this a pinch of foreshadowing.

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So,  to do something nice for my mom,  I decided to try fixing up mom’s old sewing machine. Which then caught fire. And then her second one, a husky 215 I believe,  the feed dogs were entirely messed up and just ate the fabric. I had the inspiration to make a teddy bear for my boyfriend for Valentine’s Day from a warm brown velvetine I had tucked away. Whenever I went to use the machine,  I had to layer two sheets of thinking pad paper as I call it. The very large pads used in offices and meetings.

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Anyways,  I had to use two sheets layered undeeneath and pinned to the fabric itself other wise the feed dogd would just nom that stuff up,  the bastards. And then carefully tear away the now handy perforated paper and pick away the tiny paper dust caught in the stitches. Yay for now loose stitches!

Third time really is the charm. A friend of my mother found a sewing machine at an auction and nabbed it for $10. And it is beautiful. Works like a dream. But there isn’t a designer name to be found. Must be why it only cost $10!

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I used my noggin and figured out how to sew a line pouch with a zipper.  Yeah… I had to open a seam after I realized I need the zipper opened halfway so I could actually pull the external fabric throuhh and thus turn the entiee thing right side out, pain in the butt. But I got it finally and the thing came out gorgeous!

So,  I got the new sewing machine and ready to finish the damn bear. I had completed the body and head with the husky star,  I just had to attach the two together!

Ready to go!

Where’s the head?  With hand sewn buttons and a hand made nose from gluing with a shoddy glue gun, and then hand sewn through glue to attach to the face.

Awesome. I have redone this bear over twenty times thanks to the machine and my popular move of sewing right to wrong side. I persevere,  and got a new seeing machine!  And now I can’t find the head. Anywhere. Forget you,  bear! I don’t need this kind of abuse!

Brat.

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I’m onto better and bigger things…

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