Told you…… Same place, today.
I am very happy to announce the first give away of my company!! Or, let's say it this way: my first give away as a designer!!
It's kind of funny when I have to talk about me or my company. Confusing?? Well, as some of you may know (and for the ones who doesn't know it), I am one of the few in this industry that is the owner of a textile company and designer of all the fabric lines at the same time. Did you arrive at the same conclusion that I do every day? LOTS OF WORK!! :) Another conclusion? TOTAL FREEDOM!! The most obvious conclusion? THE BEST JOB IN THE WORLD!! I loooooove what I do and everyday I get up convinced that I was born for this…
As I told you yesterday, I wanted this give away to be very exciting. That's why I am giving two 50 FAT QUARTER BUNDLES prizes.
Oh, yes! My babies will be so happy to find a new home and be along with other fabrics in the stash of the new owners….
Remember I told you yesterday to be ready to laugh??
I have a question for you and the two most funny answers will win:
WHAT WAS THE MOST FUNNY/WEIRD SITUATION THAT YOU HAVE HAD AT YOUR SEWING ROOM WHEN ABOUT TO START SEWING?
I am sure many of you will have a great time and laugh when reading all the comments.
Please be sure to include your email address in your comment so, if you win, the babies can go home with you…
I will live comments/answers open until March 12, so be sure to post your answer before that date to win!
And this is just my first give away… I have many more coming up!
So subscribe, subscribe, subscribe to my blog to be the first one to know about more free fabric, free patterns, random cash prizes and many more cool and inspiring ideas (like video tutorials) that I will put here in the coming months….
You see, I want everybody to know ART GALLERY Fabrics and experience (like all sewers and quilters say) the pleasure to sew on my premium quality cotton brand.
Now, I think I wrote enough; so now it's your turn. So give me your best answers!
Handmade rocks… So keep on stitching!
Patricia
Art Gallery Fabrics - The Creative Blog 
257 responses to “100 FAT QUARTERS GIVE AWAY!”
I live in the country and my sewing machines (all three that are in use) face the windows so I can look out when I am sewing. Nice lighting too!. One night I sat down to sew and heard a noise…looked up and screamed! Staring in at me (and I had to laugh at myself!) were several deer! They had their noses pressed against the window looking in to see what I was doing!
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does breaking 6 needles in a row count as weird? I was sewing through tons of denim, making bike pannieres and all the therad kept breaking and then the needle broke. I took all the thread out and rewound the bobbin, replaced the needle, made some adjustments and started again. The thread breaks and the needle breaks again in fairly short order. Repeat 5 more times.
If they pannieres hadn’t been for a swap on craftster.org – I would have thrown the whole lot out of my apartment window.
I did eventually get it all going again.
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How ’bout my cat pretending to sew? Blogged here: http://www.haveyoumetus.net/michelle/blog/?p=66
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Oh boy. Funny and weird… One day last summer, the outside door to my sewing room was left open while I brought supplies in.
Outside, the sun was hot and the air was dry and the world was miserably baking. Inside, it was dim and cool.
And the door was open.
And the snake slithered in….
Not too long after that, I began to unpack my newly purchased sewing supplies so I could get to work, and, reaching toward the bag on the floor, I saw … something. Unfortunately, I thought it was something I brought home with me from the store! Never in a million years did it occur to me that it was, indeed, a reptile. So I grasped it right around its middle and picked it up. When I realized what it was, I stood there, arm extended, frozen, holding the snake by the middle and staring into its beady eyes. I distinctly recall thinking, “Oh. …. DAAAAAARRRRRN.” I’m sure it was only a second, but as if I were standing there forever before finally taking action.
I took the fellow to the door and dropped it outside in the grass.
I couldn’t really blame the thing – I would’ve slithered inside, too! Think about it: 110 degrees with nothing to do but fry in the sun, vs. 70 degrees and a whole stash of fabric and threads? The little critter just couldn’t resist, I’m sure!
Admittedy, for the rest of the day, images of Prince John in Disney’s Robin Hood kept slithering through my head: “You EEL in snake’s clothing!” “Slithering Serpent!” “Procrastinating Python!” “Hiss, you’ve hissed your last!”
Anyway, nice give-away…. and I subscribed to your feed a while ago….
Best,
Mary
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A couple of months ago I decided to rearrange my sewing space and moved my sewing machine from the big, sturdy table where it usually lived onto the narrow card table we had in the closet. It wasn’t a bad idea, really, since the table is the biggest cutting space I had. But the card table wasn’t terribly sturdy and the first time I went to sew, I discovered that the using the machine caused the whole table to bounce! The sewing machine actually came up off the surface. I could sort of stablize things but nudging a knee right under the table where the worst bouncing was, but the table was taller than most and doing that left my leg dangling about 6″ off the floor. So I ended up sewing all my Christmas gifts with one leg off the floor on a bounding sewing machine. It was interesting. :)
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I’m new to sewing, so just “starting” a sewing project is an adventure. It usually takes me a couple of hours to round up the materials and equipment necessary to start a project. I usually have my laptop close at hand, to look up definitions of sewing words. While following instructions in a beginner sewing book, I started and stopped at least four time before actually “starting.” I had several needle breaks, and ran out of material (measure twice, cut once, right?) I even had to run to the closest fabric store for a missing piece of the project… lol! But I was bound and determined to finish that project, as it was for the hubby. He loved it.
I try really hard to get everything I need before starting a project, but so far, I’ve never just started sewing… lol! I’ve had grand adventures, nevertheless.
Toni
pinkstarstuff@gmail.com
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I would like to preface this essay by telling you that I admit to being sewing machine challenged, if not totally impaired! My funniest incident, in hindsight, was the evening that I agreed to shorten the trouser legs of my son’s chef pants. I assured him that I could get the pants measured, cut, and sewn up in one evening if he would just stand on the footstool and let me pin them up. They didn’t have to be perfect because the public would never see behind the kitchen door. He stood there patiently, pants on right side out. (first mistake?) I pinned one cuff up, pinning it to the inside. So far, so good I thought. I had him slip the pants off, took them to the table, tucked the other leg inside the pinned up one. (#2?) Only stuck myself about 6 times! Then I took the scissors, cut the unpinned leg about 2″ below the bottom of the turned up hem of the pinned leg. I turned that cut leg up over the other leg (oops #3), took the pair of pants to the machine, slipped the pant legs over the sewing machine arm and stitched that cuff in place (totally impaired, remember)! Took it off the arm, went to turn it right side out to see if I had a good line at the bottom and couldn’t turn the pants! Yes, I had sewn the 2 legs together! It took me 2 more attempts before I got them separated, cut, repinned and sewn in properly. I won’t embarass myself telling you what I did the 2nd try but 1 pant leg is about 1″ shorter than the other now. He does wear them – on rare occassions.
I would love to have a chance to redeem myself and perhaps I could make a bag or something out of your fat quarters to show the world that I can sew – if you have good tutorials in the future. Otherwise I will use the fabric in crazy quilts, where I only have to stitch at the most a 6″ straight line! My friends will vouch that this is a true scenario of what happens whenever I get near a sewing machine!
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I sat down to sew, one evening, and turned the machine on. Nothing. No lights, no whirring of the motor, nothing. I freaked out, thinking I’d broken my machine and it was dead forever. My silly Great Dane tried to play a trick on my by unplugging it! Of course, that was the last thing I tried to fix it. Should have been the first!
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My sewing space is a small corner in my living room. Since I have a small space to work with, while looking for different fabrics or embellishments I lay them on the floor until all accumulated. This in turn brings my cat into the picture. He could be sleeping upstairs all day, yet when I am in my sewing area he has to come and check everthing out and of course likes to sit on my fabric to get a good view of what I am doing or sit on the top of the couch which is directly behind my sewing machine for another good view. It’s a bit hard to feed fabric through the machine when his nose is right there. Sometimes the sound of the machine makes him run, other times he is content.
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I live down town and my sewing table is lined up at the window that is straight out onto the street, at street level. When I was supposed to sit down at my machine one day a bunch of small day care children had lined up in two lines watching me cut fabric.
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This wasn’t so funny at the time…but, now it’s hilarious. Let me set this up. I was a full time working Mom, with 4 children, the newest addition, just two months old, and colicky. Read…no sleep, nursing all night (refused the bottle all day at daycare, I’ll just sleep now, and wait for mommy). Did I mention the in-laws, four of them were here visiting for the Thanksgiving spread i was putting on?
My ten year old daughter tells me at 8:00 Tuesday evening, I am Pocohontas tomorrow in the school play, and I need a costume!! It was the lead role and she was also doing a reading. Now, even though I was a working mom in a large corporation, I always strived to be the domestic goddess. Handmade everything…Halloween costumes, easter baskets…christmas cookies, etc…blah, blah, blah.
So, of course I trek out to JoAnn’s (crying newborn and contrite ten year old in tow), buy sueded cloth, beads, feathers, heaven knows what else. I am home at 9:00. Oops, no pattern. No problem. I took one of her t-shirts and fashioned a pattern from it. Then I took out the sewing machine (here’s what you’ve been waiting for) and started to sew the first seam. My sweet daughter sidles up to me and says,(wait for it…) “Thanks Mom, this is going to be the best costume, all the other kids are wearing paper bags!” Well, it was the best costume, fringe, beads and a feather headband. Needless to say, she wore that costume for the next three Halloweens!!!
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The funniest thing lately was one day when my husband came to the sewing room door with our two year old daughter, Ella, on his hip. He looked at her and said ” who does Daddy love?” to which she replied “Ella!”. THen He said, ” Who does Mommy love?”, she said ” PFAFF!”.
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I was burning the midnight oil, trying to get a commission done on time and I had passed that point where it’s just best to let things be lest you make a huge mess of everything due to being so very tired. I went to sew and my machine would not turn on properly. The light would flicker but nothing else happened.
I was in total despair, I had to get this thing done and my machine wouldn’t work! I actually threw a little tanty over my uncooperative machine and was ready to call a friend who lives near by to ask if I could borrow her machine -even though it was the wee hours of the morning.
Thankfully before I could disturb my friend, it occurred to me to check the power cord… which has apparently come loose when I’d moved the machine. I felt right silly for getting so het up about something so simple, and learned that it’s best not to even try to sew when you’re too tired to think straight! :D
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I was 12, and brand new to sewing. I had been well prepared, Grandma had taught me to quilt, (tiny hand stitches), Mom had taught me how to follow a pattern. So, I decided to make my own dress for a choir concert.
I picked out beautiful powder blue rayon with little white flowers. Found a simple, but pretty dress pattern, and started cutting. I finished that dress in two days, including hand stitching the hem.
I got all gussied up in my one-of-a-kind (very pretty) dress, and hurried to the car with the rest of my family. When I sat down I heard a horrifying ripping/popping sound. I had basted the seams on the dress, and they were popping! Mom and I ran back to the sew room, and she pulled that dress off of me and quickly fixed the most important seams (side around the waist, the back of the sleeves.) But she was sure to compliment me on my invisible hem job.
I still obsessively check my stitch length.
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Alas, I have not funny stories that can top any of the ones I’ve read so far. I just wanted to pop in to tell you I think your fabrics are scrumptous and I just subscribed to your RSS feed. I round your site from a link at Whipup.
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This isn’t that funny, but I felt pretty silly…
I’d just got my first sewing machine and was so excited about using it. I set up a little spot in our bedroom near a corner of my desk where there was access to an electrical outlet I’d never used.
I’d started my first project, a zipper bag, and my husband wanted to go to bed, but insisted the noise of the machine wouldn’t bother him as it’s pretty quiet. He turned off the lights and I set to work, but the machine was dead. I plugged and unplugged, I turned it off and on. I thought it was a blown fuse, so I was off to the fuse box, but nothing, I started cursing my silly brand-new machine, and was sure that I was just doing something wrong as I’d only used it about 20 mintues before. I finally gave up, and the next morning when I started again the machine came to life right away.
Because the light was on – the outlet was controlled by the light switch, which I didn’t know, and it didn’t even occur to me, because I’d never used the outlet before! I was sure it was my machine-incompetance!
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I have a studio that is separate from my home and it has a large 72 inch wide door. there is no window in the door and I was really in the mode working away and it was nightime and I figured the hubby and kids were all in the house about to go to bed when I heard a loud bang on the side of the building. I jumped so far that I almost knocked the sewing machine off the table. It was my daughter she has ran so fast (because she is scared of the dark) that she ran into the side of the building.
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My first sewing project was a dress in Home Economics sophomore year in high school. I am not a patient person and this dress tried my patience. My mother calmly guided me through the process of sewing the dress, but by the end, I had had enough. The only thing left to do was finish the sleeves. They were very loosely basted but needed a real seam. But I was done. Even though it wasn’t finished that didn’t stop me from wearing it. All that work wasn’t for nothing. I wore that dress until I outgrew it.
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The funniest moment was when my husband saw my brand new Husqvarna Emerald 183 – which I’d bought to replace the 1960s orange-and-beige Brother (The Beast) that my husband had lovingly rescued from Value Village ($20). My husband thought that all sewing machines were like the one his mom had, and the moment he saw my Husqvarna’s electronic screen light up he was in absolute awe. He was so ashamed of the machine he’d bought me that he started frantically apologizing!! I was adamant that both machines were wonderful, and I still enjoy using both of them (…for very different jobs. Heh).
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How about agreeing to sew a super-ruffly pirate shirt for your husband to wear to Ren Fest the very next day? Assuming you happen to be me, who had never sewn a single gather in her life, let alone a collar and button holes…
Okay so it’s not that funny, but when I spread the pattern out on the floor and read the instructions I had to laugh or I would’ve cried! It didn’t come out too bad in the end at least, unless you look close LOL
http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v276/113/60/683178395/n683178395_653952_8997.jpg (Hubby is on the left!)
Alyssa
jackthlion@yahoo.com
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When I first started sewing, I was using my mom’s old 1970’s Kenmore machine. I sat there for at least a good hour or two trying to figure out why I couldn’t get the bobbin threaded correctly, and why the parts weren’t going back into the machine the way they should. As I’m approaching tears, my husband comes in, and with no prior sewing knowledge, gets everything working in about five minutes. I guess every now and then sewing needs a man’s touch. :)
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My sewing machine is sitting on a small table in front of the only window in my work room. The window goes down below the table, and the sill is about a foot below the top of the table. One day I was working on a project and as the fabric went through the machine and over the far edge of the table, my fabric suddenly started getting really tight, and tighter. I stopped the machine, stood and looked back behind the table to find the cat, sitting on the windowsill so he could watch birds, claws sunk into my pretty fabric, ready for a game! Needless to say I put him out of the room and closed the door. That may have been the last straw, because shortly after that, I listed him on Craigslist and found him a wonderful new home!
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We were house sitting and the dog was up in my chair ready to sew :) http://lgsm.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html has pictures. Thank you for being so generous with your beautiful fabric.
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Technically I haven’t started sewing just yet because I still don’t know how to operate my sewing machine. On a quest to hem a pair of pants, I pulled it out from the basement to try to figure out how it worked. I messed with the machine for about two hours trying to make sure everything was in the right order. I googled every youtube video available with tutorials to get me through the process, and I still failed. I know it is operational (new too), since my parents took it for a test drive a few months earlier. So my story isn’t exactly funny.. kind of sad and disappointing. I think I need motivation to get sewing again. I get envious every time I see a tutorial online because I tell myself I can’t do it. Of course I can.. I just need a push.
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One of my projects for 8th grade home-ec was to sew a sweatshirt. I thought I was doing so well, and my teacher had been checking the progress, so I was pretty stunned when I finished and realized that I had sewn the sweatshirt inside-out.
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The funniest thing that happened to me when I wanted to start sewing was when my husband came in and wanted to know if I could make a monkey costume for him to wear to the football game–the game started in six hours! He could not understand why I could not just crank that out in an hour or two. I did get the head and some monkey mitt gloves cranked out in time for the game that day, and worked on the rest for the next weekend. Good thing I had some blue and white fur in my fabric stash! So I love having fabric stashes cause you never know what you might need!
magenta1000@yahoo.com
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This is probably not the weirdest story but one day I sat down to sew and was having no success. I took the machine apart (as much as I was able) and cleaned and wiggled everything I could. After almost 2 hours I gave up, put everything together and left it for my husband – who realized my needle was bent!!
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giggles I have not one story that can top anything that has already been written. That snake story is too funny!!!
Your fabrics are lucious!
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Well, the funniest thing I can tell to strangers comes from my days operating an alterations and dressmaking shop called Stitches. My sister, Tara, worked with me, as well as a young girl named Deedra. Deedra was notorious for avoiding any job involving men’s jackets, but most especially she hated shortening the sleeves. One night while Tara and I were working late, and as she picked up that very job, Tara wondered aloud why Deedra disliked doing them. I answered, “She must have been frightened by a sleeve as a child.” We both broke up in laughter, and it’s a joke that makes us smile to this very day.
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I’m pregnant. A couple of months ago we had company coming over for dinner, and I was rushing home from the grocery store. I wasn’t quick enough – and peed in my pants as I tried to bring the groceries in. My ONE pair of maternity pants! I spent the last 30 minutes before our company arrived sewing in my underwear. I turned some old khaki’s into maternity pants so I’d have something to wear while my husband finished the dinner! I was decent when they arrived. :)
Your fabric is gorgeous! Thanks!
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Omg March 12, the day i turn 24 … im getting old lol.
I dont know if they are funny or not, but i have the sewing machine over my run, and i always left it coonect it to the plug.
I was doing my make up before going on with friends and accidentally i put my feets over the pedal, and the machine started working, since i was alone and SO concentrated, the sound and movement scared me SO much that i jumped and ruined my gace with a huge black line of eyeliner …
Sorry for the english mistakes :P
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Well, I don’t think this is funny, exactly . . . but it is definitely my most memorable sewing story. It was 2 days before Christmas 2002 and I was frantically trying to finish up my kids costumes for the Christmas Eve pageant. My son, age 5 was Joesph . . . and my daughter, age 2 was an angel. As usual, I had procrastinated and was kicking myself. Anyways, I was in the basement, sewing away and my hubby was upstairs with the kids. The kids had decided to play “superman” and were dressed in their superman shirts and makeshift capes. My daughter was even wearing swimming goggles. (I have no idea. Don’t ask.) I could hear them giggling and playing when all of a sudden, I heard a loud boom. In the split second that followed, I thought: “I’m going to spend the day in the ER instead of sewing.” When I heard my husband call my name, I knew my mother’s instinct was correct. Daughter had run into the wall (was she trying to fly??) and cracked her forehead pretty good. Six hours and seven stitches later, I was back at my sewing machine finishing up those costumes!! Every time I see photos of daughter with her “centipede” stitches and crooked halo, I always laugh and think FALLEN ANGEL!!
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None of mine is as funny as what I have read! When we first got our cat, her litter box was in my sewing room. My husband is the litter box attendant, so I was unaware of my cat’s need to throw litter. One morning i went into the sewing room to start a project and there was cat litter everywhere. I had to take everything out and clean before I started sewing.
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I sit down to sew, uncover the machine, turn it on…and one of my cats (the skinny, black, normally-blase-about-every-thing-but-food one) hops up on the table, and sits down in the narrow bit of the table between me and the machine. I shoo her off; she hops up again. And again and again, etc. It’s definitely wierd, and how funny it strikes me is dependent on how desperately I need to get something sewn and how long it takes her to get bored with doing it (usually pretty long…)
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Well, there was a time where my cat was trying to prevent me from sewing! His name is Neo and he is a true scaredy cat. Whenever my husband pulls out the vacuum cleaner, he runs into the craft room and onto my sewing table. Generally I don’t like him on there but when I’m not sewing, I don’t mind. Well, this time I wanted to sew! I tried to gently shoo him away (he’s not a skinny minnie either! He’s quite fat!) And of course he wouldn’t move and he started batting his paw back at me! And I batted my hand back at him! We were like, in a duel! Who will win this battle?
Needless to say, of course I won! And now whenever he is on my table and I want to sew, I put out my hand like a sword and say ‘on guard!’ (I think that’s the correct term?!) And prepare for battle!
Lisa
lulu AT thebunnylog DOT com
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The funniest (and most frustrating) thing that’s ever happened in my few short months of sewing was when I was rushing to finish a bag for my friend’s birthday. I only had a few minutes before leaving for work, sat down at the machine and my thread kept snapping. Cut, rethread, start over. Snapped again! This happened about 5 times before I finally realized…I never put the thread through the take-up lever! Nothing like getting frustrated at your own stupidity! ——ERoscoe@gmail.com
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I honestly can’t remember anything funny. Last August I stepped on a needle in the sewing room, pulled it out and went on my way. A week later I ended up having emergency surgery to remove the half of the needle that hadn’t come out… This definitely wasn’t funny….
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sorry nothing funny here. i just wanted to say that after being drawn to your blog by this give away, I am now going to be a regular reader. your material is fabulous!
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I would guess slicing the side off my finger with a rotary cutter. Jumping back to make sure I didn’t get blood on fabric, Not realizing how much I had cut until after getting all bandaged up go back to find no blood on fabric but, the tip of my finger was staring back at me.:( Decided to call it quits for a week or two till finger healed.
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I don’t have too many funny or weird stories yet as I am new to sewing but I did sew the arms shut of my first shirt project last night!
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I don’t have the greatest story but my Siamese cat, Mucha, likes to bat at me through my sewing arm and also will try to get his whole body through that small space while I sew. Always lots of “help” when I sew from my two cats.
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The funniest thing…turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Well, I had just bought my first sewing machine w/o knowing how to sew, but I thought that I could figure it out. I thought that you just stuck the thread in and “sewed.” Well I didn’t know that one had to thread the bobbin…and the instruction manual was not so clear, so I ended up watching youtube video after youtube video just to learn how to thread a freaking bobbin! I discovered this whole world of sewing tutorials on youtube, and it just amazed me. Now if I don’t know how to do something, I often turn to youtube.
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I have been working on my very first quilt this week, and my 3 year old son has been fascinated by “the machine.” He stands, or sits, next to me while I sew, and every time he reaches his hand out to touch “the machine,” I warn him, “Don’t touch, it will get your finger.” I was terrorized by the idea that I was going to sew right over his little hand. At one point, he gingerly touches the outside of the machine on the dial, no where near the needle, and cries out,”Ouch, my finger. Kiss it.” Aggravated that he would use my concern for his safety as an attempt to get both attention and kisses, I sent him to watch basketball with his father.
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The funniest situation I had was when the cat decided he must see what I was doing and jump on my lap in the middle of sewing!
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I sat down at the sewing machine and the machine just started sewing by itself. I didn’t realize that my cat was sitting on the foot pedal.
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i do not have any funny stories. hope i can stii have a chance. luv2knit@roadrunner.com
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Teaching our Girl Scout Troop how to sew on a machine: first demonstration stitich – directly through the center of the fingernail of my index finger and out the other side. Result: ten screaming girls. But they managed to actually make a quilt to donate to our local hospital.
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I converted the upstairs sunroom in my old house into a sewing room because I loved the light. The windows looked out into the backyard and because the houses were so close together, the backyard of our neighbor’s house. Whenever I would sew up there, something about the sound of my sewing machine would drive the neighbor’s chihuahuas and min-pins crazy so they’d bark. I’d start sewing and there’d be wild barking next door. I’d stop to pin another section and they’d suddenly stop barking. I’d sew again and there was more barking. Each time the dogs would bark, the neighbor would go to their back door to see what was going on. Sewing became an adventure because it set off this train of events with the dogs barking and the neighbor checking!
Kit
just.kit@gmail.com
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My funniest tales of sewing are usually not funny at the time. When I first bought a sewing machine I was hyped to teach myself how to make fabulous clothes, bags and quilts. But my first attempt to figure out the machine was a disaster. I was simply trying to sew two pieces of fabric together, had carefully threaded the machine using the manual, but it wouldn’t work. That’s cus the pages about bobbins were stuck together and I had completely ignored it. I later took a class to learn technique and how tos. My current sewing mishap was trying to create a duvet out of panels. I sewed a bunch no problem. Then tacked on a few and realized I did it backwards. No problem, rip, redo. Did it again. Swearing a bit this time, rip, redo. Then I went really slowly to not make same mistake but yet again…. Had to ball up project and stick in a corner for a week until I could face it again. Now it’s done and looks fab.
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I once made a pullover parka. I choose the large size as I am a bit plump myself. :). I was surprised when the parka that was supposed to be about mid-hip length reached past my knees and could fit at least one other person. It was not a loss though, since it was made of fleece, it was easy to cut open in the front and I have been using it as the most comfortable robe for the past 9 years.
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