First time in a couple years, I blew the dust off the sewing machine and had at it.
See, I wanted a sort of purse. I’ve been using these little pouch/purse things, and I quite like them, but I’ve never found one that’s perfect. I’ve bought 4 or 5 of them, but they’re always the wrong material, or the wrong size, or the wrong colour, and so on.
Then yesterday, it struck me. Why not just make one? I mean, how hard can it be? It’s just a little pouch, with a couple pockets.
I made a sketch, to help visualize what I wanted. I put it together in my head, then took it apart to see how to shape each piece. Actually I did that a few times, but was having some trouble getting all the pieces sorted out in my head.
Finally I just figured heck with it, I’ll just wing it. I mean, if I can make a camera without any plans, surely I can make a little purse without a pattern.
So I dug up all the fabric I bought back when I was excited about sewing. Interestingly, the fabric that I had in my imagination did not exist in my cupboard. Still, I found one that was good enough – black denim.
I measured out what I wanted, added a bit extra for mistakes and sloppiness, fired up the sewing machine, and got to work.
Or at least, I tried to get to work. I literally fired up the sewing machine. I mean, I pushed the pedal down, it made a noise that translates as “Gosh I’m really trying quite hard but no, I’m not actually going to move.” Then to ensure I did not miss it’s point, it let out a big belch of smoke from it’s back end.
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