Remember that one day that I was feeling amazing? Because I was actually creating something with a sewing machine that I just felt was beautiful. And remember last week I was talking about making pillow shams?
Well. I shall now unveil the masterpiece. Starting with the pillows.
These babies are huge. And heavy. 100% down feathers. And completely homemade (although you’d never guess 😉 ) from the sham to the pillow. In fact, you should have seen me and my MIL doing a little dance as we attempted to transfer down from small pillows into our huge pillow. It definitely appeared as though we had slaughtered the fatted chicken.
And then here’s a peak through the door at the whole shebang.
Ahhh. Happy sigh. This was such a fun project and the best project ever to learn on. I knew nothing about sewing or sewing machines before starting this and it totally doesn’t matter if it looks like you were driving drunk behind the machine. It just kind of adds to the piece. And you feel so incredibly successful while doing a far from perfect job. So much fun.
And a huge shout out to my mother-in-law who had the patience to teach me, again and again, how to: thread the machine, thread the bobbin, get thread on the bobbin, create new stitches, and many other things, such as the patient art of taking out countless stitches. I would not have achieved a finished project without such a teacher.
Our sewing personalities are so incredibly different and I would try to squelch the chortles at her face when I would tell her that I kinda liked my drunk driving stitches. Her sewing is perfection while mine…For instance, she really thought it would be nice if the pillows had square edges and so as I pulled my chair up to the sewing machine, ‘now, you’re going to follow that line right there, right?’ ‘Of course, of course,’ I would always reply and take off like a bandit, confidant that the line I was supposed to be following would be in my line of sight most of the time.
And so it was, some of the time. Which is why this was just such a great project for me. I can’t handle perfection in such crafts and would rather merrily buzz along forgetting a few details. Much less stressful. And I’m happy to say, I think it turned out pretty amazing. And I don’t think anyone has gushed more over the finished project than my mother-in-law.
Thanks for helping to create the masterpiece.