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Tales of a craftster, part 2

Posted by Laura 25/10/2016 0 Comment(s) Sewing,
Peviously happened: Tales of a Craftster part 1. We are still in the year 2006. Last week we left off at our cabin. I had just started experimenting with fabric paints and tie-dyeing. I wasn’t quite happy with the end results: they looked too boho for my taste. I’m not that hippy. The tie-dyeing was a fun thing to do, but it wasn’t something I’d like to wear on a regular basis. 

 

I remember a couple of special things from the year 2006. At my friends request I finally dared to try and embroider with my new machine. It was a very tedious thing to do, and much advice was sought from the person who sold me my Husqvarna. The machine has all sorts of annoying quirks, such as only being able to rewind a machine embroidery One Stitch At A Time… Also, the machine did not notice when the bobbin thread ran out. But, since I had to do it for my friend, I persevered. 

 
The second thing I remember is how I once sewed a shirt while others were getting drunk, having a party at my place. I don’t quite enjoy drinking alcohol, so I just took my sewing machine out to the kitchen, on the floor, and started making a shirt. Every one of the party goers stopped by during that night, to talk with me about something oh-so-important. You know, the awesome chats that leave you wanting more talks. And I just kept on sewing in the intermission times, when there was no one talking to me. By the end of the night I had a new shirt. 

Crafts have always been a really strong personality trait for me. As a young girl I mostly made things out of the scrap wood we had always lying around. As a teenager I started making my own clothes. It always makes me so proud to tell anyone who wanders where I bought my clothes, that: “I made them myself.” The best feelings I’ve gotten when I’ve gotten something that didn’t seem possible, done. Something new. So my message to you is: just try everything, and give it your best shot. Not everything will work out, but you’ll never know what could’ve been if you don’t try!

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