Most of this weekend was spent making a shirt.
Gotta tell ya’, not nearly as fulfilling as I thought it would be. Hours and hours and hours spent getting a pattern to fit, then hours and hours and hours spent making the shirt…and we went to goodwill on saturday, where I got shirts for $6 each. I have no incentive to continue to try to make clothes at this point.
And, I’ve still got to do buttonholes and buttons. The first machine I tried, a Pfaff from the 90’s makes an inconsistent buttonhole (half dozen right, but when I put my shirt in, it won’t do it. Then, another half dozen right and I put my shirt in and it won’t do it again…needless to say I’m glad my Mother couldn’t hear what I had to say about that) and I can’t be bothered to keep trying with that machine, so it’s back in the closet and I’m trying one of my old fashioned buttonholers.
So, yesterday afternoon, I set it aside and did something different.
I made Barbara Brackman’s Civil War quilt block.
That’s number 10; just two more to go and I’ll have another UFO…
I’m doing something wrong here. There should be more satisfaction from the things I do, especially if I’m going to spend all my free time doing them.
Everybody have a good Monday. Lane