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Oh well,...

I had plan to make a beautiful knit jumper but I did not have enough fabric.



I had a weight loss goal that was to reward me with a new sewing book but I did not achieve my goal.



oh well.... Lets start again.



I did not achieve my weight loss goal but I did stick to my work out program so I should be rewarded for that. So I went to Half price books and picked up a book on Sashiko stitching.




Sashiko is a form of decorative reinforcement stitching (or functional embroidery) from Japan. Traditionally used to reinforce points of wear, or to repair worn places or tears with patches, this running stitch technique is often used for purely decorative purposes in quilting and embroidery. The white cotton thread on the traditional indigo blue cloth gives sashiko its distinctive appearance, though decorative items sometimes use red thread.



That is the definition from Wikipedia.



The purl bee has a tutorial.



I have read the book already and I am ready to give it try.

In the meantime in 6 weeks we will see if I reach my weight lost goal at that time and get the book I really wanted. I am also Challenging myself to make 6 dresses in 6 weeks which should be easy since I usually can make a dress in a day. Today is Tuesday so I have until Saturday to get dress one made.



Oh I also order a pair of Tan shoes. I am excited so the dresses have to go with the shoes! Check them out.




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