My daughter's preschool teacher seems to like neutrals, so I decided to make her this tote bag as part of her end of year gift. I figured that reusable bags are useful. I have lots. Most of mine seem to have a WIP (work in progress) stuffed in the bottom, which might be why someone like me believes them to be useful.
(That's the shadow of a plant on the right of the photo, by the way - not grime)All was going well. I did manage to give myself a cut lip (there's the blood) while turning the handles, but we all know that sewing is fraught with danger. I flipped the bag through the opening and found no glaring errors. All that was left was the line of topstitching around the top.
I had to rip that bloomin' topstitching out about 5 bloomin' times. Why the tension was suddenly off, I don't know, but I adjusted the top thread tension, then decided the screw on the bobbin thing was the problem. I didn't notice that I was about to run out of bobbin thread, of course. And then.... my needle stopped moving. And that's the point where I was blinking back the tears.
That one line of topstitching took me over an hour. I think I have fixed the machine.
Here's the lining. There's a tiny error in that line of topstitching, but hopefully she won't care. I can't bring myself to risk ripping it out and redoing it. I have visions of the machine just deciding to spontaneously combust or something if I go near that topstitching just one more time...
Lately, a lot of my limited computer time (my husband is a gamer) has been spent on my grandmother-in-law's 90th birthday celebration. I've been designing invites and reply cards, scanning hundreds of photos for a slideshow, downloading music and putting together playlists of of 30s and 40s music (it turns out that rather a lot of people have written songs about their 'honey', but I think that I did finally find the one that she remembered...). After seeing all the work that goes into organising flower arrangements and the like, I am so glad that I got married on a clifftop at sunset with just two witnesses present.
The party went well, though. I was going to say that my blog should be a little less neglected now, but, considering that I'm ill at present, the end of the school year is fast approaching, my parents will be visiting etc. etc. that's probably a rash thing to say. Still, I'm trying to think up ideas for a giveaway for my upcoming 100th post, even if it might be months before I reach that milestone at the current rate...
Translation of the day:
UK English: blooming (usually pronounced bloomin') = darned in US English. Often used as an intensifier or as an exclamation of surprise or anger. It's a minced oath used instead of 'bloody'. Using 'bloody' would have got me a clip around the ear as a kid, though. I think I would have just about got away with using 'blooming'.