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!”
Gorgeous fabrics! Funny thing happened on my way to making a quilt. Opened the sewing closet and there sat a little green lizard on the base of the sewing machine! I scared him as much as he scared me. Had to get a jar to catch him. Used up so much time never got to sew that day…
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Yeah, I sat down at my machine after I hadn’t used it for a while and something looked wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it but something looked really wrong. I figured it was just me being silly, got my pinned together fabric and wanted to put the foot down. Well, the foot was missing! I had apparently last made a buttonhole with my super special buttonhole foot, taken it off and packed away the machine without putting the regular foot back on lol
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My children call me The Genius Mom and think I am able to make anything in the world. It’s not that unusual, when they see the old Singer fired up, for them to trickle in one by one and ask for their heart’s desires…a pair of chaps, a fairy dress, doll dresses, cowboy vests.
One day, quietly pursuing some mending, I felt the slightest touch on my arm. It was Justus and he told me “if you could sew me a black batman mask I could be really happy.” He went on to describe something along the lines of what Michael Keaton wore in his movie. It wasn’t so much the request that got me but the outfit the requester had on. Gray blanket pjs with Dad’s black dress socks pulled high to his knees; briefs on the outside; one of his sister’s baby blankets rubber-banded into a cape; and another rubberband around his waist as a belt.
My mouth was squirming around, trying not to smile, as I watched those big brown eyes shine bright with his vision. I told him I would try, and he swooshed joyfully out of the room.
Anyone know where I can find a tutorial for how to make a Superhero mask out of a fat quarter?
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My weirdest moment is every time I sit down to sew. See, I HATE to sew by hand. HATE. Not because I can’t- I love to do embroidery but hand sewing seems like such a waste of my time.
So I spend ridiculous amounts of time poring over every pattern before I start applying sticky notes so that I can modify the pattern/directions so that I don’t have to do any hand sewing.
My husband has pointed out many many times that it is quite likely I spend way more time on this than if I would just do the dang hand sewing.
Also funny is that my two year old loves to sew with me- I unplug the foot pedal to my serger (or vice versa) and while I am doing the real sewing, I let her sit beside me and use the other foot pedal. It is pretty cute- she really thinks she is doing it. I give her scraps of fabric and she tapes them together and says “Look I sewed them”. While I have to admit that is pretty smart of her, I can’t wait to teach her to sew for real!
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I don’t know that I have a really funny story. I’ve messed up multiple times and had to unpick rows and rows of stitches… I think it has gotten more use than my sewing machine. One time I tried to sew felt onto felt with my sewing machine. Long, laborious and will never do it again. Broke a needle… Your fabrics are adorable!
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I don’t sew too often, but I do get around to it every Halloween. I am queen of last minute halloween costumes. This last Halloween I decided the day of to make my 4 month old baby girl a chewbacca costume. (my son had a lot to do with this idea :) I wanted to use something cheap to make the furry costume, I had some brown fleece on hand, but decided against it. I needed something that looked a little furrier. I decided to go to walmart and look around. I finally ended up buying 2 fluffy brown towels. They were on sale cheap! I ran home and began sewing. I really am not a great seamstress, but I love having a go at it. It ended up turning out really cute. But my poor house ended up getting coated in brown fuzzies, from the terry cloth I cut up :( It took me a week to clean it!
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i stored my fabric in stacks on closet shelves. the stacks were about 12 inches high, and about 4 stacks fit across one shelf.
one day i was getting some fabric out and something soft and furry whacked my hand. after jumping and screaming fit to beat the band, my cat stuck her head out of one of the fabric stacks. apparently she had decided it made a wonderful bed, about half way up a stack of fabric. that particular stack looked like a birdhouse after a while, with a hole in the middle into which she slid in and out to get to her comfy cavern.
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Well, I’m just getting back to sewing and I don’t even own my own sewing machine. My friend graciously has loaned me one that she inherited from her mother-in-law.
When I set her machine up, I noticed there was no bobbin. I had to go to the craft store anyway, so I looked at bobbins, but realized I didn’t know what kind to get. So, home again, I was discouraged until I realized there was a box of accessories with the machine–including a bobbin!
The material looks beautiful. Thanks for the generous giveaway!
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I just found your blog. Thanks for the giveaway!
I am very new to sewing. Last week I couldn’t figure out why the tension wasn’t right on my machine. I finally found that the thread somehow wrapped around the handle on my machine.
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Actuallu i have two funny moments. One was when I was doing my first blouse and I so afraid that i was too small, that i cut a lot and when i treied the blouse it was huge on me. It didn’t even look like a blouse.
the other funny moment was the other blouse that i was making, i had it all sewed and when i got to sew the last sleeve, I noticed that after I sewd, the sleeve was inside out.
Catarina – Portugal
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I’ve only recently taken up sewing, but I’ve had a machine that was my mom’s for some time. When I finally got it out of the basement to try out a few projects, I must’ve read every bit of instruction there was, and I couldn’t get it to work right. I was SO frustrated… I cursed that thing to high heavens.
Luckily DH got me a brand new one for Christmas! I’ve had hardly any trouble with it, which is why I’m telling this lame story instead of a funny one!
The only slightly funny things that have happened were the usual, “Oh, I’ve just sewed the wrong sides together!” type of things :)
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I don’t know if this counts as funny or not, but my husband sure laughed about it…
Running a daycare and having a love of craftiness in general don’t always go hand in hand. So we dedicated the biggest bedroom in the house to my crafting space (isn’t my hubby great?) and kept the door shut any time any of the kids were around. I was very dedicated to keeping them out, as their ages range from ten to six months and they are all interested in the “secret room” and are desperate to get in there.
One evening I sat down to work on my daughter’s crazy quilt. I was making it out of my favorite outfits that she’d outgrown, so lots of the fabrics were different weights and textures. Being fairly new to sewing it took me a while to realize something was seriously, terribly wrong. I was consumed with trying to figure out what I was doing wrong, because it sure didn’t seem like sewing had been this hard the last time I tried it! I called my husband in for help after an hour of struggling and feeling completely foolish. He leaned over my shoulder and watched me grumble and fumble for a second, then said, “Why are you sewing backward?”
I hadn’t even realized I was sewing backward! I wasn’t touching the reverse button so it had never dawned on me that the problem wasn’t the way I was running the machine, it was the way the machine was running me, lol. It just would not sew in any direction other than backward. And I just could not figure out how to make that work long term.
We ended up taking the case off the machine. Just taking the case off was exhausting, as it was a brand new plastic kind that’s got all those hidden tabs and such. Anyway, when we finally pulled the case off, there was an ominous metallic click and something bounced down onto my sewing table. My husband picked up my favorite green crochet hook and raised his eyebrows at me as if to say, You did this?
All I could do was die laughing and remember that I’d left the sewing room door open for two seconds that afternoon while stashing some baby clothes for my project. Apparently those kids were bent on getting in that room and learning to thread bobbins the hard way…by shoving crochet hooks down the tiny opening around the thread winder!
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One day I was having one of those “crazy” days, not enough hours in the day, and my husband decided to take a vacation day. Hmm. . . he’ll either help or be in the way. He quickly left to run some errands, and came home with 6 yards of camoflauge gilly material (he’s a hunter), wanted to know if “we” could make a poncho type thing. Sure, but not today. A little later I walked by my sewing room and he had managed to pin himself up in that 6 yards of material and was ready to sew! He said he’d do it if I just got him started. There was already a black bobbin in, so I threaded the machine for him, showed him how to reverse his stitches for reinforcement, and away he went. Checked in later, he was doing good. A little while later things weren’t so great, he had run out of bobbin thread, and dismantled the ENTIRE bottom of the machine looking for the bobbin! He said he knew the thread had been coming from somewhere down there! On the upside, my machine got cleaned very well that day, and he was able to wear his poncho out that afternoon. I only wish I had taken a picture of him leaned over the machine, ball cap turned backwards and that size 13 on the foot feed!
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One day I went to roll from my pc to my sewing table and the chair wouldn’t roll properly. So I looked at the wheels and saw a ton of thread wrapped around the wheels. Soooo I took out my scissors and cut and pulled all the thread from the wheels. Felt good to have cleaned a small part of my cluttered sewing area LOL.
Well I sat down and and went to roll from pc to sewing table. And wheeeee I went rolling so fast it scared me!!! LOL!!!
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This is a good one!
When my husband and I recently moved, I stored some bins of fabric in the garage. We are also DJs, so the dj equipment and the fabric storage bins were in the same area. Looking for some fabric, I popped the lid on one of my bins only to discover that it had become a nest for a mouse! Of course I screamed, startling the mouse to jump and run into the garage. Not seeing where it went, I decided that the cat would deal with it, and went on my way.
Later that night, my husband was to DJ a wedding. When he was unpacking his equipment, guess who decided to pop out? Our furry little friend the field mouse!
He disappeared just as fast as he had in the garage, so embarassed, my husband didn’t say anything. During the dinner hour though, one of the guests of the wedding reception lets out a shriek, “Oh my God! There’s a mouse running up that curtain!” My dear husband captured the poor creature in a glass, took him outside and pitched him in a field next to the reception site.
We still giggle about that…
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Well every time I sit down to sew, my 4 month old starts screaming. I have to stop what I am doing and go to pick him up. I try to settle him down again and then go back to sewing. But it never works like that. He always starts screaming again. Finally, one day, I put him in my lap while I sewed and he was happy! He seemed to love to watch me sew and play with all the pretty fabric. SO, even though it is a HUGE hassle to hold him and sew at the same time, at least I can get some sewing done and keep sane.
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I have pet rats, and they love to cuddle with me and are happiest when I am in the room with them. Sometimes I let them out of their cage to wander around on top of their cage and the tabletop, while I work away on a different table.
One day, I took them into the sewing room with me. I put their cage on top of the dresser I use to store fabric and opened the door so they could play and explore. My back to them, I sat at my desk to sew. Before I could get any work done, however, I heard a scrabbling sound behind me. Turning to see what the little buggers were getting into, all I saw was a big rat flying at me! I screamed, he squeaked in fright at my scream, and he landed on me, clinging to my shoulder. What a fright!
My advice? Keep your pets out of the craft room! They will only get into mischief. ;)
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The funniest (not funny at the time though) thing as a beginner was not cutting my pieces correctly…I didn’t pay attention to where it said to put the pattern on the fold of the fabric!
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The weirdest/funniest situation I had in my sewing room happened about an hour before I was going to sew but ruined my awesome sewing plans for a few days while I disinfected my sewing room.
Last month I was minding my own business surfing my computer looking for inspiration when I heard a scurry and saw a flash of fur by my bare feet. We don’t have any inside pets so I screamed and flung my office chair back landing on the floor all while trying not to drop my 5 month old. I ran out of my room and slammed my french doors shut to watch in horror through the glass as a teenage squirrel terrorized my craft room. He came in through our chimney and was covered in soot and ash and was burrowing in my fabric, throwing my papers around, knocking over my threads, until he finally perched himself ON MY MACHINE! All I could do was scream NOOOoooo as I saw him throw things around “he loves me, he loves me not” style with his impossibly cute but very dirty paws.
After three hours and a trashed sewing room later I finally got brave enough (with my trusty pink butterfly net) and went in the room with this misguided forest animal. I punched a hole like the Hulk through the permanent screen in the only window that opens and ran back out as he chased me chattering away. He took his sweet little time and rolled around some more in my fabric stash until he felt like releasing himself.
He left soot and hair everywhere, I’m still washing all my fabric. Don’t worry about your babies if I should be so lucky to win, we’ve permanently fixed our fire place to be squirrel free from hence forth so hopefully all my future fabric will be safe ;o).
Thanks for the great giveaway- Bridget
dontlickthefloor@hotmail.com
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I grew up watching my mother sew, and she’d even let me try sewing doll clothes sometimes. But she always set up the sewing machine for me. She even did that with my ancient hand-me-down machine when I was in college and I made slipcovers for all my furniture. Well, at thirtysomething I was bound and determined to learn to set up my own sewing machine and started shopping for one that actually came with an instruction manual. I looked and looked but they all looked so complicated and scary. I came across a Janome machine, “sewing pretty with Hello Kitty” – it’s actually exactly like their Harmony 1117 model, which I pulled up online alongside the Hello Kitty machine. The Hello Kitty one looked less scary to me, so that’s the one I bought. I did learn how to use it, but it makes me (and my friends) laugh every time we see it.
Thank you so much for the generous giveaway! Your fabrics are gorgeous!
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Mine’s visual, and unfortunately it hasn’t survived. It’s the circle I had to “draw” inside a rectangle on the machine in home ec in middle school. I had to have a good sense of humor for that class!
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I was trying to sew with my 10 month old son in the room (my sewing room doubles as our play room). I got my stuff set up and then turned to see that Henry had found a crayola marker and had bitten the tip off. He smiled at me and red ink came gushing out of his mouth, making him look like a tiny baby vampire. I chastised myself for being a terrible mother and saved my sewing for nap time.
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Oh man I wish I had a good story to tell, but I’m just learning to sew :( I would love to win this fabric though, to help me get started :)
kellycwilliams30[at]yahoo[dot]com
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Once when I was trying to fiddle with the fabric I was trying to sew, my machine started sewing on it’s own. I pushed my chair away from my sewing table to find my dog had laid down at my feet and was half on the sewing machine foot. Needless to say, when I sew now, he is not allowed in the room.
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Well I sew in my parents’ conservatory, not having a craft-room of my own. Unfortunately it’s very cold, and damp in there, and in this part of the UK we’re having a bit of a field mouse problem. During the day, a mouse must have crept in through the french doors, and climbed up somewhere warm and dry…
Well, I sat down at my machine, quickly glanced back into the house and… watched a mouse fall a ledge near the ceiling to the floor an inch away…
Needless to say I screamed “FREE FALLING MICE” and hightailed it out of there. I didn’t start that quilt until there had been a full mouse search!
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My 3 year old grandson was under my sewing table, happily playing with his cars. I was getting ready to sew, and looking for my pin cushion with the flower pins. I love using the flower pins and have hundreds in my pin cushion. But I could not find it anywhere! I asked Z – and he had used them, along with my long quilting rulers as a bridge, to get a more realistic look to his toy car crash! Needless to say, flower pins everywhere!
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My sewing space is pretty tranquil and a refuge, but I just had a funny/traumatic experience in my kitchen last night.
It’s a long story: the lightbulbs in my kitchen overhead light burned out on Friday. My friend Scotty from grad school was over on Saturday because we were going to see a matinee of the Reader and we had some time before the movie, so I made him get up on a ladder and change the bulbs. Well. he’s not too handy, and he was yakking, and he didn’t screw the light fixture cover back on properly.
So, just after I finished cooking dinner last night (and I was going to knock off and do a little sewing, after dinner, so see, it does relate) and moved away from the stove to get something from the cupboard above the sink, the glass light fixture cover came crashing to the floor.
Luckily neither I nor my kitty Tati was standing under it, because either of us would have been badly hurt or even killed if it had been a direct hit. That thing was heavy. I am still shaking. I finished sweeping up the glass but vacuuming up the dust took some time. It shattered into a million little pieces, and of course Tati wanted to investigate, so I had to keep shooing her out of the kitchen.
Normally I would get up on a ladder, no problem, but I broke my leg (a really long story) last year and I am still nervous about getting up on ladders. Ugh. Need to get over that.
With the naked light fixture the kitchen now looks depression era (the house was built in the 1930s) but not in a good way. Quilting projects with repro 1930s feedsacks–cute. Naked lightbulbs–depressing in a Walker Evans kind of way.
Anna
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My ‘sewing room’ is in my unheated/unairconditioned/uninsulated attic in Chicago, which means that two of the four seasons require dressing in extremes: if I want to sew in winter I must wear long johns, a hooded down jacket and gloves, and in summer, I blast a fan next to me that blows my hair almost straight back. This is how dedicated I am.
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Once, sewing with the sewing machine, I sewed my sleeves to the piece that was sewing, and I was trapped.
I want participate, and i post you in my giveaway blog (sorteos y concursos).
My email is malmenara (@) yahoo (dot)es.
Thanks
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I don’t have a sewing room – our sewing machine gets set up wherever there’s space for it, and only when it’s in use. The funniest time it was at the kitchen table (along with a large stack of library books, a staple gun that needed repairs, and a thawing chicken), although that isn’t really important to the story.
We live far enough out in the country that the power company hasn’t trimmed the trees over the power lines all that well. When we get gusts of wind or a heavy snow, the power often flickers a bit as the branches touch the lines. It was snowing and windy that day. I had set up the machine, plugged it in, tested out the stitching on some scrap fabric, and gone to cut some fabric for my project when the power went out for a couple of seconds. I shrugged it off – a lot of times that’s as long as it’ll be out for. I finished cutting, but as soon as I sat back down at the machine the power went out again. This time it was off for a few minutes, long enough that I got up to do something else. When it came back on again, I went back to the machine… only to have the power go out again. I knew it wasn’t a problem with the machine because everything was coming back on (I hadn’t tripped breakers), but this was getting weird. I got up, the power came on after a few minutes, and I tried again. The power went out, this time for hours instead of minutes. I guess I wasn’t meant to sew that day.
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Well, I am one of those creative types that is always getting into artistic scrapes. They used to call me “Danger Prone Daphne” in art school- I lit my bangs on fire, got knocked in the head with a printing press lever, and was still scraping paint out of my hair and nails for weeks after I graduated. So, nothing much goes easily for me, and, when it does, I somehow find a way to make it harder!
So, my sewing story is from my “Danger Prone” days- and I wasn’t even a fiber arts student! I was helping out a friend in the drama dept- she needed to make some simple costumes for her senior play, and since I am the Art major, I can do anything, can’t I? Well, too afraid to tell her that my last foray into the world of sewing was care of my 8th grade home ec class (don’t even ASK about that one!), I bluffed my way into helping cut the patterns and pin them together.
She lived in an off campus apartment that was in an old house- one of those cheapy fire traps that should have been condemned. Ah, the indistructibility of youth! With all of the applianced and electronics that college kids have, the electrical system was a bit dicey- we had to be careful not to run more than one thing at a time, lest we blow a fuse (yes, it was that old).
So I we checked everything before we plugged the sewing machine in, and low and behold, the light came on and I prepared to start the first seam. I put my foot on the pedal, took a deep breath….and pressed.
Almost immediately, we were plunged into total darkness- I was certain that I had blown the fuse. The neighbors started banging doors and congregating in the hall trying to figure out what had happened- or who had overloaded it again (this was a pretty big deal, and the perp, if discovered, generally got an earful!).
My friend and I, being the meek and non confrontational souls that we were, pretended that we weren’t home. In fact, we stayed in that room for most of the night- afraid to venture out into the hall at all! As it turns out, it wasn’t our fault at all – a pole had gone down, and the whole area was out. Needless to say though, at the time, I took it as a sign that I was not to meddle in the sewing arts for a while. Looking back, I am amazed that she survived a year in that house- one night was enough for me!
I managed to stay away for almost 15 years- but I am back in full gear now! And, I made sure that the circuits in my work area are up to code- I am not taking any chances. ;-)
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I am also a very beginner sewer, so the “funniest” things that have happened to me have been the result of my own stupidity and surely I was not the first one to ever do them: sewing the legs of pants together when taking them in, cursing my poor sewing ability when really the bobbin had just run out, buying the “So easy!” pattern, then quailing in fear at the instructions, never to be picked up. And since I am sewing in my tiny apartment, all of these adventures have taken place at the dinner table where I sew, rather than a lovely sewing room. Someday!
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I’m new to your blog – but how happy am I to have found it – your fabrics are just luscious, totally gorgeous!!! Yummmmmmmm
I don’t know if I’ve had such an event in my sewing room, but I did go off to a quilt retreat weekend once, with a car full of stuff to work on (over-ambitious no?) Got to the retreat, unpacked it all, organized my sewing spot, sit down to sew and found I had left ONE thing at home… my machine FOOT PEDAL!!! ARRGGHHHH… NOT so funny at the time! A friend volunteered & drove back with me to meet my dear hubby halfway for the pedal!! Ever since then, that’s the very FIRST thing I always pack!!!
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Let’s wee. The funniest thing to happen in my sewing room, was when I spent a very long time trying to thread the needle I had just replace in the machine…finally, in frustrating I beckoned my husband to come and help me.
I had put the needle in upside DOWN.
No wonder.
Old eyes….are so frustrating.
BUT grateful I can still see to sew, especially when grandkids come and ‘reload’ all my needles with thread for me.
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My sewing area is in a corner of the bedroom. I have a very curious toddler, and I’ve made sure that all the drawers of my sewing desk are filled with interesting, safe notions. Sometimes he’ll even let say, “Mommy, sew!” while he plays on the floor next to me with empty spools, fabrics scraps and a retractable tape measure.
My husband apparently forgot that we no longer keep certain things in what is now the sewing desk. So imagine my surprise when I hear a funny buzzing noise while sewing. I turned the machine of and on again, but it kept buzzing. Then I looked down to see my two-year old on the floor playing with a vibrator! “That’s not for you!” I exclaimed, while trying desperately not to laugh, and put the funny buzzing “toy” well out of reach. He still likes to check out the drawers to see what might be hiding…but I’ve made absoluetly certain that there’s nothing battery-operated in there!
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Still getting use to the awkwardness of sewing and making sure everything was just right… I prepared to start and then… zooooooom went the needle, my 2 year old had pushed all her weight with her hands on my foot which was resting on the pedal. The machine startled me, I startled my daughter. We both jumped, gasped and then laughed together!
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“Baby”, our friend’s door was staying with me while her owner and my husband went on a shopping trip for materials to do siding. I decided to work on the drapes for the curtains. Baby decided she liked the fabric, got a hold of it while I was trying to sew a hem and it turned into a real tug of war. I have a portable sewing machine and I had to hold onto the machine to keep Baby from dragging it onto the floor.
It turns out Baby is strong. She pulled hard enough on the fabric, yanking it from the machine, breaking the needle and running to the other room. I was finally able to retrieve the fabric. Baby was not a happy dog and I had to wait to finish sewing until the guys came home.
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Sitting down to sew after a particularly frustrating day and freaking out COMPLETELY when my machine wouldn’t run.
Um. It wasn’t plugged in.
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It was July and I was trying to finish a quilt for my dad – it was made of all his old silk ties, a ‘aren’t you happy you retired’ present – and it was really hot. I have no AC and it was a heat wave. I couldn’t have a fan because it would make the scraps and pattern bits flutter everywhere. As I sat down to sew for another sweltering session I realized that it was a really good idea to get naked. I’d be much cooler. So there I am, naked, wrestling a quilt into a sewing machine on my dining room table. Of course the doorbell rings.
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Well, I hoping to get a Sewing Machine soon. So my daughters and I can start making things. They are wanting to try Barbie Clothes. And I Want to try to make Pillows and maybe some blankets!!
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My sewing “room” is on a rollable student’s desk that is very heavy and cumbersome. I’ve rolled over my feet way too many times trying to get ready to sew…
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Does spending 45 minutes trying to thread the bobbin thread through the hole count as weird (only to later find out that you do not in fact have to do this… the machine does it for you)?
HUGS!
lollychops@gmail.com
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OK i have no story!! But i so want the fabrics, what i will do with it, i dont know.. everyday i follow blogs, bookmark the sites, almost become an obsession, hubby even bought me a machine, but i have no courage to start something!! I cant figure out why!! I want to make something but whatever i see it intimidates me!! This is not funny at all, but i have to rant, and why i’m doing it here, i dont know.. anyway a very generous giveaway!! :)
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Gosh. I have absolutely NOTHING. I love the deer story though. I’ve been known to go into my sewing room for something else and leaving the door (to the outside) open. Next thing you know, I’m sewing “just a couple seems here and there” standing up and still with the door wide open and the cold air rushing in. See? Nothing.
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I haven’t been sewing very long, so I don’t have many stories. But a few weeks ago my roommate said she noticed the cat was constipated and was trying so hard to poop in the litter box, but nothing would come out. Poor thing. Not an hour later I went to grab something in my craft room, decided I didn’t need to turn the lights on since I was only in there for a second…and felt something cold, hard and moist stuck to the underside of my bare foot. Kitty had finally pooped.
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I was taking advantage of some home alone time so I decided to squeeze in some quilting.
I kept hearing this dull thud over and over. I am a bit paranoid about noises and I am convinced that every strange noise is a burglar or a ghost. Since it secretly scared me I decided to ignore it, but it got out of control and I thought a window had broke so I went to investigate with a weapon in hand (a pair of pinking shears of course).
Turns out my cat, Mr. Mustachio, was sitting at the window outside my sewing room and a squirrel had climbed to the top of our deck and taking leaping jumps at my cat through the window.
Mustachio was quite upset and hissed so the squirrel back talked him a bit, swatted his tail and was away.
-april
april@wergerdesign.com
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I can’t say anything really funny has happened during my sewing adventures. If you ask my husband, though, he’ll tell you that it’s hilarious that my burning need to sew is so strong that I’ll do anything to to get my sewing fix – including breastfeeding a baby with one hand and sewing with the other. :-D
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This happened to me in a sewing room, but I wasn’t the one sewing (still hilarious):
I was a drama major in college, but I’ve been a sewer all my life, and the costume shop seemed like heaven. As a sophomore, I was cast as a mambo dancer in one of the school’s winter plays, and I hadn’t met anyone in the costume shop yet, so I was really excited for my fitting – like, looking forward to it for days.
When I finally had my fitting, the draper (who is insanely talented and ridiculously kind) had me try on a mock-up of my spandex mambo pants (!). As was expected, they were loose, so the draper knelt by me with her trusty box o’ safety pins.
Pinning the outseam at my ankle, my calf, my knee, my thigh, my waist. No problem.
Then the inseam. We’re professional, no big deal. Except that I’m really ticklish.
The entire time she’s pinning my inseam, I’m giggling like an 10 year old watching the nature channel. Eventually she finishes, and I’m in the clear. I’m all set to take off the pants and give them back to the draper to stitch up…
But like an idiot, I wore boxers that day. The day I was to try on TIGHT spandex mambo pants. The safety pins caught my underwear in no less than 15 places, which meant that the draper had to go back and fix my inseam for another 10 minutes, making extra-sure that my underwear wasn’t caught… Needless to say, we were both a little red – from laughing at the ridiculous situation we were in…
So my first fitting didn’t go as well as I had hoped, but I became really good friends with everyone in the costume shop. The draper taught me SO much about sewing, and 6 years later, she’ll be a guest at my wedding next month!
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Funny but also TERRIFYING! I am not especially squeamish about mice, but when I started sewing one day I noticed something out of the corner of my eye…MOUSE! AHHHHHHHH yeah that delayed that project with a trip to the store for mouse catching supplies lol
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I don’t sew, my mom does. I would love to win this for her. She would flip over this present. Hmmm…stranges sewing thing that happened to her, I am not sure.
melanieadey at hotmail dot com
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