It has been quite the two weeks. We have been down to one car during this time. First my car was in the shop. Now Arthur's car is in having the transmission rebuilt. Meanwhile I have been stuck at home. It has been a good time to get caught up on projects. But oh, so frustrating.
First, as I wrote in my last post, I printed an embroidery transfer upside down. The embroidery is half finished. I am really pleased with how it looks. But I will need to rip the towel holder off and re-attach it to the opposite corner of the towel so that it hangs right-side up. Then I will add another small design to the bottom of the towel to balance it out. Extra work, but it will fix the problem. Transfer ink never washes out for me, so I dared not just throw it in the wash. I do not have room in my house for another goof.
Next, I finished the top of a table runner which I have been working on for a friend. I made my sandwich and basted it all together. But it was too puckered to stitch. I took it apart and re-sewed a few seams. It worked better the second time around. I decided that the design would work best with stitch in the ditch instead of an meander or other free motion design after spending hours practicing stars. Okay. Got that together and it looked much better. The binding is attached and ready for hand stitching.
Finally, the last project is an apron that I started quite some time ago. I used a See & Sew pattern, but I have to say that it has been anything but. I cut two aprons out at the same time, and had planned on completing them side by side. But they were both planned as gifts, and I needed to finish one much earlier. I was so frustrated after finishing the first one that I did not want to face the second. The second has not been any better. It is done, but I had to leave the basement because I was close to tears. I told my husband last night that this is the reason I no longer sew garments. It just is not fun.
Sometimes even the simplest sewing project can get de-railed. Not long ago I had to sew rick-rack on a towel. It should have been a five minute project, but the turned over edge of the rick-rack and the hem on the towel were too thick for my machine. It jammed a few times. Ended up not so perfect, but I had to leave it. Not such a great thing for a perfectionist.
These are the things that make for humility.
And I can say on a few things, "Done is better than perfect."
But once again I am bemoaning all of the projects sitting in my basement. Hope I don't die before I make a bigger dent in them. What a mess for my poor husband to have to clean up.
