When my mom was cleaning out my grandparent’s house, she came across a huge stash of doilies that were made (crocheted?) by her grandma, or my great-grandma. She brought them back to her house, and while I was home for my HS reunion, I went digging through the box. I came across these two, which were sewn on to powder puffs. I immediately had an idea what to do with them, and asked her if I could have them.
I snipped them free from the powder puffs, and started sewing them to a t-shirt. It took a little longer than I thought it would, because I wanted to make sure they were secure but the stitches were hidden so I did lots and lots of tiny stitches. Hello, neck cramp.
I was pleased with the end results. It’s just a little detail on the shirt, but I love it. I love imagining my great-grandma working on these, and never thinking that one day they’d up in her great-grandchild’s hand.
(Excuse the cheesy self-portraits. It’s impossible to do these without feeling totally awkward.)
Then, since I was on a sewing roll, I tackled another project. Awhile back, I had chopped up t-shirts that Matt and I had worn for a softball team, and turned it into this shirt. I never liked the way it still looked like a t-shirt though, and rarely wore it.
Chop, chop, stitch, stitch. Voila, sleeveless shirt. I had a little trouble with the seams on the arms but it turned out okay. I like it much better than way.
Self-timer pics leave plenty of room for creative expression.
I’d say I need to get a hobby, but clearly I’ve got that part of life covered.