This weekend was one of packin’ and sewin’. Smart thing to do. Organise a swap and then decide to move house in the middle of it. (Then invite very close friends over for dinner and keep sewing until 5.30pm, then realise it’s 5.30 and BUGGAR haven’t started dinner, wake up Doughman, who’s having a nanna nap, for assistance and start a frantic 1 hour cooking session. Pumpkin/pasta bake thingie and lemon pudding, for those curious types.) Joy for everyone. Let’s just say that our alter egos were out this weekend (Bruce and Sheryl). It’s all good if a little snappy.
I decided that I had to sew my back-tack goodies this weekend or else it’ll arrive too late. Friday night was quilted pouchy thing, Saturday needle roll, Sunday wool tote and just because I thought there wasn’t enough sewing this weekend a customised tape measure on Monday (public holiday here in Perth). The pouch and needle roll are silk lined for that added sexiness. The wool tote could be flammable, so if you receive it from me, please, please, please, stay away from open fires. :p It’s lined with the flower fabric used on the needle roll (lovey fabric) and trimmed with pompom (thanks BT pal, I’ve always wanted to sew with this!).
At about 4pm yesterday arvo I remembered that I was going to sew a pouch for someone (it’s a surprise). So back on the machine, in between packing up my craft stuff (don’t you hate packing up craft stuff). Back on the machine, foot to the floor, iron on, pressing seams, fabric stiffener back out of the box. Lined with olive green silk and fastened with a cream leather thong.
Phew. I’m tired. How about you? Anyone feel like packing a few boxes for me?