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!”
Ok, I have an incident EVERY time i sit down to sew!!! Why you ask???? I have 4 kids… ages 6 (JUST), 4, 3, 2 and I am about to have my 5th (due in 6 weeks)! So just picture it…. i sit down and “MUUUUUUM, i got POOOOOOO’s”, or “MUM, Joel is eating cat food”, or “Can i have a biccie”……and so on…. There is always SOMEONE needing SOMETHING!!!! Do i get any sewing done, sure…at 11.00 at night! People are always asking how i can make quilts and clothes for my kids, where i find the time….It is how i relax!
Know what? I wouldn’t want to change it! (but i can’t wait for the day i can sit down and sew for a WHOLE hour!!!!)
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Well I don’t have any funny stories because I’m new at sewing. I’m shore a lot of funny thinks will happen before I become a sewer.
I love your blog and I will continue to follow you.
Best regards from Slovenia, Tanja
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alrighdy,
as a relatively new mum with a nosy 1 year old i find it hard to make time for craft-projects. he enjoys my craftroom, so, on my free day, I let him play with some toys, little bits of fabric and luckily there is a piano there too. the other day, in my urge to finish a present for my sister, i was concentrating on my project, and also feeling so content with the day, as my boy was cheering with happines with the toys i gave him. i thought. looking up after a few minutes, i discoved him totally happy in a pile of ribbons and yarn. the pile was litteraly as large as he and later it took an hour to detangle the whole bunch. but the smile he gave me was priceless. and the fact that he put the measuringtape over his shoulders as a dressmaker does, almost made me weep. can it be, will he be a designer one day… ?
all the best with your gallery!
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My sewing room is considered sacred, and my family knows not to really go in there, because it’s where I escape. Imagine my surprise when I come home one day, looking forward to piecing together my latest project and I walk in to find my brother in a precarious position…. (not THAT kind of position).
Keep in mind, he’s older and should know better. You’re asking yourself what it is, right?
He had made himself an “outfit.” There was the tape measure headband, and he had draped himself in fabric.
It gets better.
He was modeling in the full length mirror, and the dress form was his special friend. They were having a great chat.
The best part? The look on his face when he caught me in the reflection. My brother is a fairly funny guy, so it’s hard to make him blush. He was positively crimson.
That by far surpasses any slip up I’ve had over the years, like mismatched arm holes or ruffles.
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Well, my first sewing machine was a hand-me-down from my mom. It was old and incredibly noisy but
I had only been living in my apartment for a couple of weeks, everything had been unpacked, my new craft space had been organized and I was feeling the need to create again.
Now, at this point I must introduce another important person in this story and that is the elderly lady in the apartment directly under mine. I had met her twice in the two weeks I had been living there and both times had been…shall we say interesting. She was clearly suffering from either dementia or alzheimer’s and why she was still living alone in an apartment boggles me.
Anyways, I had sat down at my craft table, cut the pieces of fabric I needed and began to sew. Through the noise of my sewing machine I suddenly hear someone yelling and stopped for a moment. And from the apartment downstairs I could here the elderly lady yelling: “The German’s are coming! Damn the Gestapo, the bastards!”
She also came and knocked on my door a couple of days later while I was sewing and asked “if I would kindly stop the shooting as machine guns were not allowed in the building”. Needless to say I realized it was probably time to get a new sewing machine.
She was a wonderful lady btw and until her passing insisted on calling me Ruth – which is not my name but I later learned from her daughter that it was the name of her best childhood friend. So I was in some way honored and moved.
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I’m not sure this clasifies as ‘funny’, but here goes anyway. I was living in Spain and got my machine out of storage to make a couple baby carriers for some friends. My machine is a 110 volt, but Spain runs on 220. I grabbed what I thought was a transformer, and set myself to plow through. I have never sown so fast in my life. I was tearing through the second seam when I realized that I had used an adapter, not a transformer, and the high voltage was causing the craziness. And if I wanted to have straight seams, whole fingers and friends with babies securely strapped to them, I best find the proper transformer and sew like a civilized person. Lesson learned.
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Hmmm… well, I don’t have a wealth of experiences to draw on yet as I’m a newby in the sewing world… I don’t even have a sewing room; in my tiny apartment I have to share the dining room table with my eating, working, creating family.
Is it funny that my refluxy baby sneezed cracker out of his nose JUST as I sat down at my machine to sew the ‘junk food dress’ (fabric features candy) for my daughter? We all thought it was funny, in a slapstick kind of way!
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Well, this is not really a fun story (until now, my sewing stories have only been of the very frustrating or the very boring type), but a fun experience. Since I started sewing, everyone is always picking pieces of thread off me. You know that problem? Everything I wear usually has a few strands of colorful pieces of thread attached to them, as I often sit down to sew in between working or going to university. I should really take more care ;-)
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My funniest moment was also a bit frightening. I heard a clicking noise and looked up at the window beside me and there was a squirrel spread eagle clutching the screen with his claws which I’d just heard skittering across the pane. He hung out for a minute staring at me and then skittered away. Since then, he’s made a few more appearances. :)
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First of all, love the new designs. The fabrics are scrumptious. And I love the colors.
I volunteer teach a sewing class at a local charter school for 13-14 year old at-risk youth. We usually spend the first one or two classes learning about the machine and some basic sewing terms. I had one student who missed the first class and desperately wanted to keep up with her peers. She wasn’t aware that we hadn’t actually used the machines yet even though the students were each seated at a machine and learning about the various parts. The machines were threaded (from the first class) and practice fabric was under the presser foot and ready to go.
I was busy answering a question when I heard a loud yelp from the back of the room and an ongoing scream. Angel had turned her machine on (thinking it was only a light switch) and inadvertently put her foot on the pedal. The machine was running at full speed and had already worked its way through and past the practice fabric. She was sitting wild-eyed with her hands in the air screaming in Spanish about the devil machine running on its own.
I love that girl, but I couldn’t help but smile as I ran to her side and quickly lifted her foot off of the pedal. We spent the rest of the class time that day laughing about how the runaway devil machine had a mind of its own.
Needless to say, we also covered safety again. :)
Thanks for the giveaway. I’ve really enjoyed reading the comments.
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I got ready to fire up my sewing machine stepped on the pedal and bam my needle broke, and I thought what in the world is going on..well its hard to straight stitch when you have a zig zag stitch setting on..oops
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The funniest thing that happened to me was I had taken my sewing machine to church to help sew some baby quilts and got everything all set up only to find that the presser foot was missing. I had another one on hand, so I was ok, but I couldn’t figure out why it was missing.
When I got home, I found out by 4 year old son had taken it off the machine and was using it to play dinosaurs with! I couldn’t understand what he thought it was, but he was having a great time with it!
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My funniest (or not) sewing story involves my 11 year old daughter nearly removing her finger with a rotary cutter in September. She ran down the stairs dripping blood down the stairs. I immediately put my head between my legs and told her to wrap it in a towel and put her hand over her head. I knew if I looked at it, I’d pass out, and there would be no one to drive her to the hospital. She calmly talked me through getting my keys and driving her to the hospital, and told me to go sit in the car while she got her stitches, which she watched being put in. I am such a lousy injury mom. Thank goodness my children are so gracious. One of them could lose a limb and say “It’s okay, just don’t look mom…I’ll be okay.” That is why before I married I made my husband sign the “blood clause”…if it involves blood, it’s his job. If I win the fat quarters, I’ll give them to my sweet quilting daughter, to make up for my lack of sympathetic hand holding in the E.R. :)
Lesli Richards
leslirichards@comcast.net
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We have a “no TV while sewing” rule at our house. I made that rule after a sewing/TV incident. When I was still pretty new to sewing, I was finishing a project and my husband was watching a sports game on TV — I wanted to see it too but wanted to finish my project more.
I was just about to start some hard detail work when my husband screamed “Yes! They won!” and I was so surprised that I pushed the pedal and my entire project went through the machine. I didn’t know whether to be happy that our team won, or to cry because my project was ruined.
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This happens too often to me and you would think I learned my lesson by now.
I’ll pin a project and then get called away by my daughter, the phone, etc. When I come back I’ll pick up the project to sew it only to find out that my cat has pulled all of the pins out! Sometimes not all of them but either way it’s very frustrating. Frustrating for about five seconds until I see her running through the room with pins sticking out of her mouth!
I know it’s bad. I do really try to hide the pins and not leave them around. She is quick though! She watches me pin stuff and I can leave for two minutes and she has already grabbed them. Thankfully she hasn’t eaten them.
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I have been sewing for 25 years and enjoy making everything from clothing to costumes, bags, and quilts. When I sew clothing for myself I like to sew in my underwear to make trying on quick and easy; so I always choose a day when I’m home alone. One day I sent the kids off to school, took a shower, put on panties and bra and headed up to my sewing room. I was engrossed in making a fitted dress that I had to try on frequently, and had forgotten that the kids got out of school early that day. Suddenly, I was surprised by the slam of the front door! I could hear the kids talking and yelling for me and I realized I was trapped, as my bedroom and clothes were downstairs and my sewing room is up a flight of stairs from the kitchen! I quickly grabbed a long length of fabric and wrapped it around myself as the kids ran up the stairs to find me. They stood open mouthed and stared at me as one of them asked “mommy, why are you wearing a toga?”
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When I first started sewing, I borrowed my mom in laws machine. I could just not get the machine to sew. I kept trying, and trying. So, I called my mother in law and explained that I was sure I had broken her machine. She said she was pretty sure I couldn’t have broken it, but I was not so convinced. So, she came over to look at it for me. Turns out I had put the bobbin in upside down, and had spent hours trying to make the machine work that way.
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I had just received a few quilt fabrics from a coworker and was sorting through them, separating into colors in my stash. My labrador loves to be in my sewing room when I am busy in there, but mostly stays by the window or chews on her toy. I guess she liked the smell of my new fabric, because she started chewing on the edges very carefully as if to taste them. She was very shocked when she was reprimanded for this, but she did no damage at all to the fabrics! Thank goodness for labs and their inherently soft mouths!
asdrexler(at)gmail.com
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I’m such a beginner, I don’t have any funny stories, but I do have one that made me feel pretty stupid! I was sewing a bag together (with lining and everything!) and I rounded the handle to discover that at some point, I had snipped about an inch through the outside fabric. So I had to cut it off and piece it. Needless to say, this bag is no longer a gift – it belongs to me now!
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I don’t think I have anything weird or funny that could top any of the comments that have already been left, although they were enjoyable to read. I’ve subscribed to your blog,such beautiful fabrics and eye candy.
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Well, not so sure if this is funny or not, but my last sewing machine was my great grandmother’s. We’re talking one of those cast-iron, built-into-a-desk, huge and heavy monsters. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t even have a zig zag stitch.
So I’m pulling this huge piece of work out of my mother’s closet one day and one of the back legs fell off. Oh no! What could I do? I was stranded. I couldn’t let go of the cabinet or the the whole thing would fall and break, probably on my foot (ouch). After a few minutes my mom finally came to see what the commotion and cursing was all about and after a good laugh she helped me reattach the leg.
Needless to say, I now have a new sewing machine…
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Well, I had a ladybug cross over by sewing plate just as I was about to sew. He almost ended up sewed into the fabric.
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I went into my sewing room to continue a project I’d been working on only to find my cat had pushed aside the fabric and was proudly sitting on the extended portion of my sewing machine. He looked so ridiculous I just had to laugh. His tail looked like it was ready to be sewn through! Here is a pic: Ozzie
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Whoops the pic didn’t come through in my post. Let’s try this again. Here is a pic of my cat Oz sitting by my sewing machine:
http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ATOSAhhN6YcCYaPxBkG2kQ?feat=directlink
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When I was 10 I had an argument with my mother over a book (it was a child behavior book…) and I was trying to see the parenting secrets inside. We started a bit of tug of war over the text and she let go, causing me to tumble over her huge sewing machine sitting on the floor anticipating a new project. I broke my leg and found a love of sewing.
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I had my sewing machine set up on the kitchen table and had been sewing for awhile when one of my kids called me into the living room to look at something. When I went back “Chatters” was sitting on the bed of my machine pulling at the thread. Chatters is a wild hooded oriole that we rescued after he fell out of the nest and a dog was about to get him. I shooed him off the machine and started to sew again, but he kept flying back and pulling at my thread or the fabric I was feeding through. When he got tired of that, he sat on my head and went to sleep. ( I have pictures if you want to see them)
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I don’t have a dedicated sewing space, so I share with the dining room….which is also my entry way. Yeah, my house is a mess….anyway, after dinner one night I want to make continue on a quilt in progress and I found a wedge of cheese quesadilla under the foot. Excellent! I laughed pretty hard, cleaned my machine and then lamented not taking a picture! :)
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ok, i did this just last night…trying to multi-task (like i know i shouldn’t do) while watching TV and sewing. i was cutting a piece of a fabric panel over my lap (of course, cause i just HAD to see what i was watching) and cut THREE different holes into my pajama dress. i even saw the first hole, but kept on cutting, right on my lap, all for that darn tv…
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Okay so picure this… you start your shower water, get it all nice and warm, you step in, wet your hair, lather up with shampoo… the shampoo sits on top of your head and as you begin to rinse the shampoo out of your hair, suddenly the water goes off!!! You don’t know why and you don’t know how but now you have freaking SOAP in your eyes!!!
Thats kind of the feeling I got one day when I was really looking forward to having a sewing day. I work full time and I go to school so time isn’t something I have too often. So I was excited to actually have a day with my sewing machine…
I gathered my material from my bin in the garage where it sits on a shelf NOT within reaching distance… so as I struggle to get my stuff down, I lose my balance and it plops on my head!!! Ouch!
Thats the least of it…
My boyfriend likes to play jokes on me a lot… so as I rummage through the rest of my supplies, I am HORRIFIED!!!! by an old rat from halloween that he so cleverly placed in there. UGH! (you should have seen the look on my face!!)
Okay! So as I finish getting everything together, Im so excited to finally sit down and try a new purse tutorial i found online… I sit down and take the time to cut out all the necessary pieces and pull out the necessary threads and buttons, and as I’m sewing my first piece together… the FREAKING power goes out!!! What the heck!!!
Rolling black outs!!! Yes… remember when california was in crisis and we had those wonderful rolling black outs??? Well that one decided to HIT me on my sewing day!!!
So you see why my 2 stories relate??? Having the power shut off when you’re in the middle of sewing is like having the water turned off when your hair and face is full of shampoo!
Hope you like my story!
Love the fabrics!
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This happened back in the day when Home Ec was a required subject.The teacher did not care for me because I sewed my own clothes and didn’t need her guidance (she was a real prima donna!). My best friend couldn’t sew a stitch, even after two sewing classes. She was failing and begged me to help. I work like crazy on both of our skirts, refitting, resewing, stressing … Long story short – she received and A on her skirt – I received a D. What to do? If I complained we would both end up failing for cheating, but I couldn’t stand the fact that my skirt was just as well made as the other one. Finally the teacher relented and gave me a C which I could live with and I learned a very important lesson on doing one’s own work! Your fabrics are beautiful and I am so happy I stubbled across your blog. Have a great weekend.
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During one of my first sewing attempts I failed to load the bobbin properly in the machine. After pressing a bit too firmly on the pedal, the bobbin became some sort of projectile and hit me in the chest. It left a bruise. No fun at all.
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Hi there :) I was setting of my sewing machine and I dropped a spool of thread onto the floor, my chihuahua Isabelle was playing around with her ball and some how got tangled up with the tread and started to screech and yelp. It took my husband and I a bit to get her out and when we did she was fine if not a little shaky and she was happy when she got a treat out of it.
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I was writing up a tutorial for my blog on how to make lounge pants for little ones and I got so into the project and the step by step pictures that I realized before I was done that I had completely messed up the pants.I literally had sewn the legs together. ooops! That tutorial never made it to the blog!
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I’d say the craziest thing to happen in front of my sewing machine was a proposal of marriage. My then-boyfriend, now-husband was being moved away by the military. I was stuck behind until my enlistment was up.
One day he came over to my apartment and was sitting next to my sewing desk as we discussed the future while I pieced. I couldn’t tell you how the conversation went before these words, but how clearly I remember him saying, “…or maybe we could just get married.”
Well of course I accepted and we have been married four years now, but I can tell you that I had to rip out all the stitches – they were very crooked indeed!
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unfortunately (for the giveaway) but fortunately for me, I do not have any funny/weird stories about my sewing room…
my sorest memory was when i was about to sit down, miscalculated where my stool was, feel backwards, landed on the corner of my sewing machine (it was on the floor to give me some room on the table for cutting)!!! everything was in slow motion… thankfully, i only got a humonguous bruise… sadly, it wasn’t funny… so i’ll tell you a joke instead…
a man walks into a doctor’s office wearing nothing but cling film wrapped around his body.
the doctor looks up and says
‘i can clearly see you’re nuts’
hahahahaha!! (hope that didn’t offend anyone)
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Hi. Let me start by saying my cat’s name is Trouble and he lives up to it. Just this week I was trying to get 2 little girl dresses made for Craft Hope. I have not sewn any garments in probably 10 years since I switched mainly to quilting, so I had to relearn some things. Well, Trouble always has to know what I am doing and this is often accomplished by jumping onto my back even when I am standing up. During this dressmaking stint, he appeared on my back several times while I was sewing at the machine. Talk about sewing while under attack. (Yes, he is fully armed)He was especially fascinated when I was trying to press / iron and often ended up on my shoulders for that. Despite all his help, the dresses were finished without any real problems, didn’t even have to rip any seams.
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I have very strange sleeping habits. I talk in my sleep all the time. And occasionally, have been know to sleep walk. Once, when I was little, I went to the kitchen, got the broom, went outside, swept the front porch off, came back in, put the broom away and went back to bed. All while asleep.
Well not long after I started sewing (just last year, in fact) it happened again. I got out of bed, went to our spare bedroom, where my sewing stuff is located. I sat down and proceeded to mess with the stuff on my sewing table. My husband, who witnessed the whole event, told me he was laughing at me hysterically at this point.
I never turned the machine one apparently, but I did rearrange all the items I had currently laid out before going back to bed.
Very strange because I don’t remember it at all and wouldn’t believe my husband, until he showed me how messed up my sewing table was the next morning!
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Well, my sewing room/place is at my dining table. I’m raising 2 boys and my 4 year old wanted to touch everything and asked question after question and wanted to play with my (sewing) stuff. I told him ‘no’ after ‘no’ and finally I said “you’re driving me bananas today”. Fifteen minutes later he says to me “Mama you’re driving me strawberries too”. I couldn’t hold my laughter back and ever since he still asks sometimes-do I drive you strawberries?
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Maybe not quite funny, but could be defined as weird was my watching my son use my treasured machine to sew a self-designed ultra light hammock for backpacking. Thanks for the giveaway. It’s so generous!
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My dog “Chip” is a liver spotted Dalmation who for the past 13+ years has participated in every sewing project I’ve made. He will not leave my side for anything. This winter was especially tough on him and he is having trouble with his hips. Feeling bad for him, I decided to set up a temporary sewing area from my bedroom upstairs to the dining room table downstairs. I also had the idea that I would finally tackle some of the bins of scraps I have and put together some jewel box quilt squares. These were going together nicely and Chip was content to watch me sleepily from the comfort of the living room couch, or on occasion he would set up a comfy spot under the ironing board. I had a pile of about seventy blocks put together and I wanted to see how they would look together so I started laying them out on the floor. I was switching blocks around, brighter ones next to more blah ones to get a good balance. Chip was watching what I was doing and just couldn’t help himself. He had to slide himself down off the couch and plop himself down right in the middle of my block layout. I guess he liked the layout just as it was.
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I was taking a break from frantically sewing my daughter’s Renaissance costume in time for Halloween; I just left the sewing room for a minute, I swear! When I came back, I tried to sew but nothing happened when I pressed the pedal. Did a troubleshoot and found that my 2yo had CUT THE CORD to my pedal WITH MY GINGHERS! Arg! I blogged about it, with pictures, here:
http://idahospud.wordpress.com/2007/10/19/how-to-ruin-your-moms-diet/
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I hope you all like Hummingbirds like I do. I have a bay window were my sewing machine sits, of course covered when not in use because of the sun. I also have hummingbird feeders in the window. I make my own feeder food for them and it is a whole cheaper than buying it. I was in my glory that day because I got sit down and get some sewing done. I happened to look up and there was a ruby throated one. He would look at me and back off, then he would get closer and not taking his eyes off of me. If I moved my head he would follow me. Then the female came and brought their oh so tiny baby. I had a long shirt on because I get cold with the AC on. Before I knew it I had sewed the bottom of my shirt to my apron project.
Well that is about it. Good luck everyone.
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This is so hard, since I try to put these sort of things out of my mind (and I have done so many less-than-brilliant things while sewing…). But just about two weeks ago I was trying to make a shower cap from a tutorial and while stretching the fabric to attach the elastic I actually managed to catch my finger under the machine needle. Wow. Hurt like crazy and there was a LOT of blood (none on my project, miraculously!). Turned out not to be a bad injury in the end, but I initially thought I might need some stitches! I would think after sewing for 20 years I wouldn’t do things like that. At least it’s the first time I’ve done that and not the 10th!
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I was sewing one evening and felt someone watching me. I knew my husband was downstairs and the children were out. But I still had this funny feeling. I looked up and saw 2 eyes staring at me through the window. It gave me quite a start. I looked again and saw a mask around the eyes. It was a racoon peeking in my window, wanting to see what I was doing. He must have climbed up on the porch roof and saw the light on and was very curious. I didn’t have the heart to chase him away and he stayed for quite a while watching me sew. At least it wasn’t a burglar.
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It was finished, a beautiful orange bag. He could hardly wait to climb in and zip up to his chin….and then started to wiggle and fuss. The pieces were massive as I was piecing it, and I had to sew staggered “cells” for the inside and outside to make it warm. Last count, I had accidentally left about eight pins sewn into the sleeping bag cells. They were almost impossible to find, unless you were laying on top of them.
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Well, my story is hard to admit because of the sheer stupidity. I was teaching a cousin to sew a simple curtain, so she was at the controls. I was putting in a new bobbin for her because she had just gone yards without (not the funny part). I had a bad habit of catching the bobbin thread with my pinky and pulling it out. I say had, because this particular time my pinky was apparently still in the way when I had her put the needle down—right through my fingernail, finger and out the other side! I of course yanked my hand away, breaking the needle off, and leaving it protruding out of both sides of my finger. We both panicked and jumped in the car to go to the fire station to have them remove the needle. My husband saw us pealing out of the drive luckily and he ended up pulling it out much less painfully than when it went in! Not my brightest moment in sewing adventures.
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Just recently I was standing at the ironing board in my sewing room with my back to my sewing machine. I nearly jumped out of my skin when all of a sudden the sewing machine starts to run and fast! When I walked over to look I saw my 80 pound lab trying to call under the sewing table and into the room (I gate the dogs out of the room.) While trying to crawl in she laid on the foot control!
Thanks for the chance to win!
jodie.marie
at
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There are so many great posts on free motion quilting, but I’ve never had the nerve to try. The idea of ruining a quilt top that I’ve invested so much time in making will get my stomach turning fast.
Here’s my story. My 11 year old daughter has a book report she’s been working on that involved making a quilt out of fabrics that coordinate with portions of the book she read, Cracker. The problem? I didn’t have the time to send this crib sized quilt to my “pro” quilter. So I went back online and reread all the blogs I could find. Then, I decided to have my daughter go at it. (Kids will try anything…..they have nerves of steel)
She’s a natural! Lesson learned….this can be done. It’s just a matter of jumping in. My daughter finished the quilt in 1 hour. It looks great. I’m so inspired by my girl that I feel silly that I didn’t try sooner.
Next, I will let her have a go at binding.
(I actually decided to share this story on my blog at http://www.autumnliketheseason.blogspot.com…..there‘s a picture of M hard at work!)
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My sewing machine faces a window that over-looks a three-season porch, as I began to sew I kept catching some movement out of the corner of my eye, something?someone? was on the porch… I sat frozen in my chair and didn’t hear or see anything. I began to sew again and my dog started barking like crazy! Yikes! I was terrified! I got on my hands and knees and peeked out the window and saw two birds trapped on the porch! Well, needless to say, after many trials to coax them out, they left and I returned to my machine. Thats when I saw the bird poop in my hair! That was when I started to laugh! – Dede
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I grew up with a mother who loves to sew. I thought after watching her at the machine and watching her techniques of sewing for so many, many years that I could pick it up with no problem. I had bought an older used Kenmore, purchased some patterns and material and set up my station to sew. A day or two later I came into my room to find the lower bobbin case open and taken apart. My 3 year old son had somehow escaped to my room without being noticed and had taken it apart. I knew the basics to sewing but I had no idea how to put the parts to the lower bobbin back in, especially without a manual! The sewing machine sat in the corner for about 4 months until my mom was able to come visit and show me what to do. My pride in thinking I knew what I was getting myself into and the excitement of starting the new hobby took a big blow! When I upgraded to a better machine I gave my son the older one and a book on how to repair the machine. He was only 6 but he loved the project so he doesn’t mind so much when I sew;)
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