Nov 14, 2011


Picnic time

tags: crafty me

Because, you know, I go on so many picnics. Actually, no, but it seems like it would be a fun thing to do. And then last year when I decided that I must learn how to sew, you know, with like patterns and instructions and stuff (as opposed to just winging it) I came across these in one of my sewing books and thought: it's rectangle, it's flat, I can totally do this. And then two, three, four, I don't know how many months went by and I finally got around to it.

I kind of have a love/hate relationship with sewing. I assume love must trump hate otherwise I wouldn't keep doing it. I love making homemade gifts (I was on an apron kick a while back), I love the attention to detail part, it's just that fabric is an imperfect medium (and let's face it, I am an imperfect person) and that's the part that drives me bonkers. But in a good way, sewing has taught me that the whole omg it must be perfect thing I've usually got going on is really rather stupid. Sometimes you just have to let go, ya know?

I think the other reason sewing appeals to me is due to my split personality with respect to The Rules. I love rules. I am bound by rules. I freak out when there are no rules. And then, I totally break them. Like with the aprons. I got halfway thru the first one and thought, well, the pocket isn't wide enough, and the apron isn't long enough, and the ties are just stupid...and then by the third one I was mostly back to winging it. So on one hand I get patterns and instructions and rules, and on the other hand if I don't follow them it's not really the end of the world. That said, I don't make clothes because, yeah, that would just be tragic.
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