And Sew It Seams…
I know how to sew a little bit, enough to sew Halloween costumes for the Sweeties. My Mom was at one time a professional seamstress, when we were little kids, and she could sew things by creating her own patterns. Me? I passed the sewing segment of Home Economics in 7th grade, and it doesn’t get much more complicated than that. I am reluctant to schlep the sewing machine in from the garage whenever I need to run a seam. Mostly because it’s a hassle to set up, and I know the finished product isn’t going to be that great.
However, in preparation of Sweetie Girl’s Daisy meeting last week, I found myself in the dubious position of hauling out my-sometimes-friend, Singer. What did I sew? Well, I didn’t sew this, or this, or this. Let’s see if you can guess from the pictures what I sewed:
(People, do not try this at home, unless you are a trained professional. I assure you that I am certainly not.) Trying to run a sewing machine while simultaneously snapping a picture for the blog is dangerous at best. Remember my almost injury earlier this year? My eagerness for exciting blog pictures pushes me beyond the limits, I’m afraid. I’m sorry to say I didn’t run a straight seam one-handed or get a good picture, so it was for naught.
Have you guessed what it is yet? It’s this: