(The title is actually a little homage to a store of the same name which just closed in Fort Myers thanks to a lease dispute in which the landlord had to decide between them and Hobby Lobby, another fabric seller who happened to be in the same plaza and didn't want the competition within walking distance, so the landlord gave notice to the mom/pop shop who was there BEFORE Hobby Lobby AND who carried a better quality selection, and they are now finding another location.)
(Yes, that was douchey of the landlord.)
(Surprisingly, as of last year, douchey is an official adjective.)
My mother has been quilting for years, long before Sprite came into our lives. Before Sprite was born, we had 2 of her quilts. After Sprite was born, we acquired at least eight more, all but one of them for Sprite only. While her quilting just gets better and better, (Sprite has been known to accompany her to quilting stores to help her find fabric. This may be a reason why the kid gets so many quilts. Her choices are biased.) she mostly sticks to only quilts. And table runners.
But after we found out one of her favorite West Coast stores was closing, she and Dad made a trip up this weekend for their closing day sale, and I joined them there since I had my eye on a few fabrics that I thought would look nice in our home.
I broached the subject of a bed runner with her, having purchased the batting at Hobby Lobby, (Funny aside, Mom and Dad had never been to Hobby Lobby since the chain is not that far South in Florida yet, so I took them there right after we left Sew Worth It, but before we told Mom why Sew Worth It was closing its doors. After Mom found a few discounted fabrics at Hobby Lobby and purchased them, Dad explained the real reason why Sew Worth It was closing, then I asked Mom if she would have bought any fabric from Hobby Lobby if she had known prior, she gave an emphatic no. My mother is a loyalist, people.) Mom agreed to try it out, but I had to help her.
I've played with a sewing machine once in my life, when I helped her create a wedding quilt for my good friend Alison. That was the longest three hours of my life, the stitches were always wrong, and my mom had to fix a lot of my mistakes. I promised I would not quilt again.
However, she was the one with the sewing machine. If I wanted to get the pillows in my house re-purposed and get my custom bed runner, I needed to play on her good side.
The bed runner took us about three hours or braining out which seam should be done first, how it should look, how it should close, and in that timeframe, she pointed out how to work her traveling sewing machine. (Yes, my mother has two sewing machines. One for home and one for travel should she get the urge to pin two pieces of fabric together.) I thought I had paid attention and the two of us completed a bed runner which my anal retentive ass could be proud of.
She left on Monday, leaving the sewing machine, trusting me with this piece of machinery which has been a staple in so many homes for so many years, yet is so frustratingly complicated. Wind the thread in and out all over the machine, place the bobbin, make sure the needle is threaded, make sure the top and bottom threads are present and accounted for, blah, blah, blah. All the instructions blended into a mass of "birds nest" knots when I sought to complete at least ONE project this weekend, the two pillowcases which would compliment the bed runner.
Of course, the thread became disjointed and I had to teach myself how to re-thread the machine, all the while mentally planning a new sewing machine which will only require you to insert the thread into an opening wider than an atom, and then the machine does the rest. We live in the 21st century, people! Surely, someone has been fed up with their Bernina before ME! Anyway, I actually made the damn thing work without opening the instruction manual, and got my pillowcases done too.
Behold, my first attempts at sewing!
This would earn me a solid C in Home Ec for sure. (Don't look at the exposed seam! Don't look at it!) (And you're looking...)
Oh, the C YA is done! After two trips to Hobby Lobby and no Y, no they didn't call, and no it didn't come in, my dad took a look at Sprite's favorite puzzle and declared it fixable.
With some gorilla glue and appreciating it from at least two paces back, the Y is back and hanging in there. (With a nail. Pure gumption didn't work for it the last time so I wasn't taking chances.)
Hey, while you''re here, take a look at our front entry.
(Ignore the dog crate right there. And the dog butt disappearing out of the frame. She got bored with my lack of dog treats.) I'm not sure if the C (YA) will be the only wall hanging to the side, nothing has sparked my fancy yet, but the overhead looks so BARE. I'm looking for ideas, any ideas, John and I love classy, modern/contemporary, subliminal humor. Words or phrases are good, but we both think "Live, Laugh, Love" is way too overdone and cliche, so we tend to steer clear of mass produced designs. If you have any ideas, let me know!