And simultaneously conquered my fear of the bobbin. Good job me. This is called bunting, right? I never know if I’m confused or not.
Though I didn’t end up using the sewing machine I have at my house. The one from 1965 that’s been lurking in our guest room closet, behind our luggage and sleeping bags and old stretcher bars from when I used to paint. Yeah. I lugged it out. It weights approximately 75 pounds and I’m convinced is made of either lead or steel. And even my mom, who happened to be passing through town, couldn’t figure out how to wind the bobbin. You have to wind it in place. Like under the foot. It was kooky.
(Cannot recommend this place enough, LA locals! You can pay to use studio space and supplies whenever you want. And it’s super cute and the girls are really nice and helpful. And they have laminated printouts demystifying the bobbin.)
I’ve already put in my request for the exact machine for Christmas.
Clearly, my favorite part about sewing is the fabric and patterns and colors.
I also think I may have made the most complicated, time consuming bunting ever. I realized after I already had everything cut and pinned and ironed that I could have easily just used pinking shears to make the flags and strung them along a length of yarn and the effect would have been the same.
But I was sooooo excited about sewing something. And these are a present so it’s nice that they might be a little more permanent.
Also, I’m digging these colors for a gender neutral baby room. Thoughts?