Looks crazy right! Well we FINALLY moved out of my parents place into our own lovely apartment again. At my parents house I could spread my sewing madness across the whole house but here it can't get too far. We have a spare bedroom but we are still moving things around to try and make it our work room.
As you see there is a drying rack. I have found this very helpful to hold strips and folds of fabric while I sew instead of having the pieces folded up and waiting. They don't get very wrinkly when hanging so it lessens my ironing (YES!). :D
On the table is a clear cutting mat my mother in-law is letting me borrow. It's bigger than my dining room table so I eventually just put it on the floor for the bigger measurements. On the right is my ironing center.
I got the ironing board for 5 bucks at the thrift store! Woohoo! :D A lot of the time when I am doing repetitive work i.e. ironing, hemming, or troubleshooting I will watch TV off my lap top on the wall edge in front of all my stuff.
Since we moved we have a lot to catch up on. I have sewn curtains twice, pillows, a skirt, and working on another skirt at the moment.
Curtains!
Our bedroom has blinds but they only work so well. I had some black out curtains I got from my parents and some maroon fabric to sew together for curtains. Our bedroom colors is beige and maroon.
So I ironed everything, measured, cut, pinned, and sewed the pieces together. And tada!
Oh wait, what is that? That's right, it's a stain. WHAT IN BLAZES! I remembered looking at the fabric while at Joann's and noticed some discoloration but thought it was weird light and she was too fast for me to look while she was cutting then I became distracted.
So I bought stained fabric. I know it wasn't my washer like many reading this are probably thinking. I know my washer and it has not failed me in any way.
Has this happened to any of you before? I hung it in the bathroom to show the stain because it wasn't showing as well against the window. Ignoring the stain you also notice some serious wrinkles.
Wrinkles? Those are things that you are only supposed to be what you get when you start to get old not in your fabric!
Needless to say I did everything but burn the curtains. I was . . . . . possessed. Yes, that seems most fitting. I noticed the wrinkles and I tried in vain to get rid of them by repeatedly ripping out seams, crying, throwing objects, lots of ironing, tantrum throwing, stabbing my pearl pins into the couch.
You think thats scary? Bwahahahaha. I was so mad I was standing while sewing and saw the wrinkles form while I was sewing and just started proclaiming loudly into the air how much I loved wrinkles and screaming the word 'yes'. My neighbors were probably mortified. But I don't care.
Why not? Because it's my stained wrinkled curtains not theirs so I could do whatever I wanted. People don't believe me when I tell them I turn into a demon when I sew but I do.
I become cranky, high irritable, throw tantrums, and sometimes screaming. Why? Because I want it to be flawless. And that has caused many of you to laugh right now. But sewing and baking are the two things I am a perfectionist about.
Anyways, I remade the curtains. I bought real blackout and new maroon fabric and redid them. There are still a few wrinkles but not to the terrible degree like this. My poor husband hates working from home when I am sewing. He hides as much as he can because I turn into a demon. Who knew? :D
I will post a picture of the new curtains in my next post.
Mrs. Feisty
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