Supplies were gathered,
buttons made,
names stitched,
and sewn in place,
pins were pinned,
quilting quilted,
measurements mis-measured
start again... measuring (with um, a measuring device this time), cutting, stitching...
..was that me trimming a seam allowance or an already existing hole in some op-shopped vintage fabric, surely it was the fabric. Try to hide said hole. Mmmm. Said hole becomes more conspicuous. Start again.
DIY bias binding.
Five finished pencil rolls and...
a recycled, double pencil roll sized, pot holder kinda looking, table runner.
I just couldn't throw the fabric in my scrap bin, I love it so and I only have a skerrick of it left.
The universe was certainly throwing a lesson my way that day about patience, delayed gratification, my tendency to lean toward perfectionism, extending one's vocabulary beyond a few choice words in moments of crisis, procrastinating when deadlines are looming (another tendency of mine),the process, mindfulness when and when not to improvise, or more to the point, skimping on the right tools, or even more to the point of the point, dare I say it, laziness,or maybe it's just as simple as learning from mistakes.
