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3 broken needles and a blister

This is a picture of my sewing room I took the pictures without the flash so you can see just how dark the room is.

This is what it looks like with the flash on the camera.

I wish my room had this much light. I will search out a Ott-light floor lamp that will help a lot.

I have made up my mind to focus on the things that make me happy. I brought in the New Year the way I usually do. By myself in my sewing room.

I made a Scandi Mei Tai When I am working on a project I can forget about my surrounding and just work and dispite the darkness it was not a major problem. My problem involved broken needles. When sewing through the padding on the straps and waist tie I was sewing through 2 layers of duck cloth and 4 layers of fleece and my machine was not cooperating. So at times I had to pull the strap through while stitching which of course moved the needle and so 3 broken needles later I decided to just turn the wheel and sew it slowly once I was finally finished I had a beautiful blister.

Once I was done I was quite happy with the end result and decided to make at least 2 more. This was was a special request by Betty,and I am happy to have it complete.

I am will get the box from the post office tomorrow and get this in the mail. I am not sure about making more I done want to invest in needles of bandages for blisters.

Right now I am working on a straight skirt and shirt for me to wear next week. I am also searching for gray knit material to make a sweater dress.

This year should be filled with lots of completed projects!


Anonymous said…
It's beautiful!

I will be over your way on Saturday if you want perhaps he could grab an early dinner, or very late lunch? Call me and we can try to set something up.
Anonymous said…
People you REALLY need to hire this woman to make you this carrier for your baby! I had the opportunity to hang with her, and wear my baby yesterday and let me tell you I love it! WAY better than the STUPID Bjorn we bought, and far more comfy that carrying 14 pounds of baby in the crook of your arm!!!

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