Lucky for me, Z appreciates my spurts of cafty-ness. He coaches kids’ baseball, and I saw this tutorial online and decided to try it.
The result: I learned more about the inside of a baseball than I ever cared to.
Wish I could have found some older, more worn baseballs to make it look more “loved,” but he can dirty it up on his own. (Assuming he actually wears it. This project was actually more for my amusement than it was to make him wear bracelets.)
I’m used to making things with patterns. Or having something with which to model a pattern from. But this time, I’m making something completely on the fly with just the vision I have in my head. And some really poor sketches. Good luck to the Singer.
I’d take better pics, but I’m feeling lazy and my Canon is buried under a heap of fabric scraps somewhere in my room. So this is as good as it gets.
The dress I made for my boss. I dig the result. And it looks super awesome on. Good choice of pattern, Sam.
First sewing step: Get out machine.
Second step: Spend 2 hours online lusting after the machine you don’t have.
Sorry old faithful. You know I still love you. #butiwant1000stitchingsettings
So for Z’s birthday I ended up doing a little more crafting for his mom than for his actual gift (oops). After all, it was her who was doing all the work on the day he was born, amirite? Anyway, I had all these little vials left over from an abandoned jewelry project from this summer, so I decided to make her a little message in a bottle.
The message: “A mother is someone who, upon seeing only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.”
Yea. I know. Glitter vom.
