I finished Part 2 of the awesome plan for my brother’s birthday room makeover on Sunday, despite its very best efforts not to be completed.
I made the pillow with some very soft fleece, of which I am immensely jealous, except that I kept enough leftover to make myself some my pajama pants with it.
For some awful reason, I decided that hand sewing the pillow was a fantastic idea. If memory serves, I had it in my mind that I could sit on the couch and watch a movie or some such. How very quaint. Alas, like so many ideas, it was a bad one. Awful, even. I forgot that sewing by hand takes a bit more time and concentration. For instance, sewing a straight line by hand is rather difficult. (Please excuse any noticeable changes in language/writing style. I am watching British TV.)
In a moment of frustration, I decided to sew along the edge of a table, to ensure that the hem was straight. It worked, at the expense of my back comfort. Leaning over for such a long time was taxing. But when the pillow was stuffed, I was able to finish the hem sitting back on the couch like I had originally hoped. It was nice – all 5, maybe 10, minutes of it.
The point is that the pillow got done, and it looks very comic bookish. I believe it will match what mom has in mind for his furniture, so that’s a bonus.
I am, for lack of a better word, exhausted. I work 5 days this week, 5am each day, and they have so far been very busy days. Even coming home involves work: updating bank info, changing insurance, cooking dinner, cleaning, laundry…it is a struggle to keep my eyes open.
Ah, but the crafts must go on.
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