Did you need to curse a blue streak today, only to open your mouth and find no words coming out? Or if they did, they were unsatisfyingly mild, like “darn” and “heck”? Yeah, sorry about that–Ken and I used up the daily allotment of the really bad four-letter words, trying to wrap our brains (and hands, and needles) around this:
The Mad Monster Party Purse is complete, finally! I found the pattern and fabulous fabrics while visiting Ramona in June. Creston, IA, is graced with a wonderful fabric store, Quilts and Other Notions; it’s packed to the rafters with gorgeous materials in all colors and for all seasons. It wasn’t easy limiting myself to buying fabric for just this one project; if it weren’t for suitcase space restrictions, I might have come out of there with bolts of stuff.
Put together one novice seamstress (“Uh…where does the thread go, again?”) and one experienced seamster who prefers to work off-pattern, and have them whip up a handbag. Sure, no problem! She can read the instructions, he can interpret what she says into something actually possible. She can do the cutting, pinning, and straight seams; he can step in on the trickier parts. And that’s pretty much how it went, if you sprinkle in multiple pin pricks, a few seams ripped out and re-done, two snapped needles, many bent pins, lots of salty language, and several turnings inside-and-out of the entire project.
Not all the accidents were unhappy ones; the fabric at one end matched up to form a lively tÃªte-Ã -tÃªte:
This useful little pocket wasn’t in the pattern–Ken suggested it, and it turned out great:
All told, a day’s work well spent. I love my little work of art, and it’s only appropriate a Halloween handbag should be thoroughly cursed, right?