I am the proud owner of a sewing table (will miracles never cease?). ME, the me that was once proud to open beer bottles with her teeth … SEWS! Not well mind you, but I do sew. I digress, back to the table, this table was my great-grandmothers, her daughter, my great-aunt had it until her passing on Good Friday and my lovely cousin gave it to ME! I am thrilled to pieces with it. Thanks Lorraine!
While I was in the shower this morning, Georgia pulled the table and the machine into the kitchen and begged me to sew her a dog. I couldn’t find the brown cashmere sweater that I had planned to turn into a dog, so I talked her into a craft apron instead.
These old jeans of Sam’s were handy.
I intended to follow the instructions in this magazine ‘sew simple‘.
Right from the get-go, I had to break the rules.
The instructions are for an adult sized apron, using adult sized jeans. The length would have made it an ankle length garment. Basically, I just started cutting.
An old dress of Lizzy’s is going to be the waistband and ties.
I gave up on the instructions completely when I got the to the waistband. With the changed dimensions, it just wasn’t working.
I just folded, cut, ironed and pinned until it looked like it was going to work. This was my first ‘attached’ waistband and it was a
FREAKIN’ HUGE wee bit of a disaster. The top stitch missed the denim (DUH) on the top seam, so I ended up zigzaging over the waistband twice. Once to make sure it was attached and once to make it look better (not sure that worked).
This also about the time I stopped taking step-by-step photos. I was to busy swearing and sweating. Hayley finally reminded me, “MOM … it’s for Georgia, she won’t care about your sewing!”. I freakin’ know that Hayley … BUT, I CARE!!
I’ve said it before and I will say it again, “I sew like a drunk driver!”
In the magazine photo, the pockets and belt loops were removed and sewn on intact. My machine even with a brand new denim needle just wouldn’t go through all those layers of fabric neatly. I ended up cutting all the folded seams off the pockets and belt loops and zigzagging them onto the skirt, along with a cute little heart.
It was right about this stage I considered taking a Valium. The STRESS. If only I could follow instructions. What is it about sewing and instructions?! Or is it me?
Oh well, not so bad in the end. A wee bit messy, but I’ve heard practice makes perfect.
Of course, ‘Georgia, Georgia quite contrary’ had to be forced into the apron for photos. Miserable cuss!
To the moon Georgia, to the moon!