I really should have known better.
But, I think it’s a phase we all have to go through at least once.
After this, I will have learned my lesson.
Of course, I must be talking about. . . Christmas Crafting.
Here’s the thing:
I actually enjoy sewing for other people. Maybe I’m just a giver like that. (Oh, that glow you’re seeing to the south? That’s me and my halo.)
And I also enjoy some crafty sewing. Garment sewing is my first love, of course, but every now and then I like to step out with a little handbag or a clutch. They’re just so much easier; it keeps the spark alive.
And since this is my first Christmas as a sewist, I thought, “Hey–maybe I should make my Christmas gifts!”
And so here we are: a week from Christmas and I’ve barely made a dent in my Christmas Crafting list.
Here’s the other thing:
I’ve really enjoyed working on all these little projects. I find the actual process of making to be relaxing and fun!
The problem is I CAN’T TURN OFF MY BRAIN!!
The planning and sorting and second-guessing and deciding and wondering and problem-solving: it’s driving me mad!
The good news is I think I’ve finally reached a solid plan of action based on the order in which the gifts need to be given.
The other good news is that almost every thing is already cut and ready to be interfaced or iron-on vinyl’d.
The other other good news is that each project is pretty quick, so I can knock out three or four in a day and still have time to vacuum.
Here are some samples I made the past couple of days. They are meant to be makeup bags, which is why I’ve been playing with the vinyl. But, I can’t decide if the wrinkliness of the vinyl makes it worthwhile or worth skipping.
You may recognize this fabric (if you do, those are some mad remembering skillz!) from this little project. I had (and still have) lots of it left over, and I don’t think anyone I know will dig it as much as I do. So. . . yay. Lots of a little bags for me.
And now, back to my embroidery. I’ve started on the second pillow of coral, and things are looking a little. . . smudged.
Or I may just go to bed.