Point in case...
case in point...
case in point...
This fricking little piece that I planned to offer in a giveaway, has been like a finger poke in the eye. My first needlecase came out so nice, no closure needed, soft yet firm, four pages inside. My second attempt, this little impostor, has been three days of complete frustration and more new cuss words. I am the leader in creation of compound word obscenities. Usually I string three or four together. While I was working on it with bleeding fingers, the mail came. Pom poms. A sign from God. Rip that sucker apart and pom it! Any seam allowance left? I'll find out tonight.
This is the inside with a red wool heart flap and a red square on the back, two pages of soft thick wool, nice fabric.
Here's the option for salvation. I ordered petite and baby pom poms. This red is the petite, which has a smaller and flatter pom on a looser and flatter flange, much easier to sew into a seam.
The brown is the baby with the shorter and thicker flange, bigger poms. I've not worked with these simple and innocent looking little bastards, but I plan on using my new vocabulary. The petite can be sewn right up to the edge but I think the baby will show the edge of the flange. I don't know this but will soon find out. After these last three days, I'm going into the sewing room with a helmet, just in case something I throw ricochets.
Does anyone really want this after all it's been through? Well.....if it survives. If not, I'll think of something else.
Happened to see The Green Mile again while channel surfing. Just a powerfully moving movie. Even though I have watched it many times, once the tears start they don't stop. Michael Clarke Duncan's performance was so amazing and his death was a great loss.
Time to eat dinner and then search for a helmet.
Have a nice week!