I KNOW she's registered at Babies R Us,Target and Walmart. I KNOW there are things she NEEDS. But I just couldn't bring myself to BUY her shower gift. I figure, if I'm making the cake, and her card...I can sure as sunrise make her gift as well. It just sorta rounds out the Trifecta of creativity. For her gift, I decided to make her a polar fleece reversible baby blanket. The no-sew kind. Instead of a tied-fringe border, I opted for a braided border (actually it's crocheted, not braided). I think it looks neater. So I went to JoAnn's and bought the fleece. Andrea's doing the nursery in hot PANK. So, I found the PERFECT pattern--a black, hot pink and white patchwork of bold designs. After I finished the blanket, I had all this leftover fleece.
So, I got a wild hare (or is that bear) up my, um, backside and decided to make a stuffed bear toy with the remaining fabric. I found a really cute pattern online. At first glance I thought..."PIECE OF CAKE". I printed off the pattern and pieced it out on the fabric. Easy peasy, right?
Problem is...I don't sew. The last stuffed animal I made was when I was 13. I was gonna dispose of it, quietly, but my mom snatched it from me claiming she "LOVED" it. Oy vay. Only a mom could love this. Before you ask...it's a rabbit. Really. Yeah, his nose came off. It was a pink pom pom.
Just look at this quality hand-stitching!
Can you believe I flunked the sewing part of Home Economics???
So, I thought now that I'm all grown up, maybe my sewing skills had finally come in--that I was, perhaps, a late sewing-bloomer. I had confidence that I could make a stuffed animal this time that actually looked like what it was supposed to be.
Then, I started looking at the directions.
The gal who made the pattern did provide illustrated (kind of) instructions. Well...sort of instructions. The lady who created the pattern is from Chile and her English--she is not so well. I give her credit though. She tried to write the instructions in English. But it was kind of like reading those instructions that come with chopsticks at a Chinese restaurant. That plus she skipped around and left out sections altogether.
Thank goodness for my mom.
My mom waltzed into my studio this morning to find me sitting at my sewing machine, sighing heavily. I asked her if she would help me (she's a sewing guru...I am, not). Then we both started giggling at the thought of that sad little rabbit I made years ago.
Well...mom and I spent the ENTIRE day working on this silly bear. It went like this:
- I'd sew pieces together.
- I'd realize I had sewed them together wrong.
- I'd rip out the seams.
- I'd resew the pieces.
- I'd pin them in place.
- I'd stitch them together.
- I'd realize I had the arms on backward.
- I'd let out an exasperated scream.
- Mom would giggle.
- Mom cut out additional pattern pieces and laid them all out on the table.
- Mom would arrange the pattern pieces, rearrange them, visualize the arrangement.
- Mom would try to figure out how the heck the arm fit in the hole...then realized I had sewed them WRONG.
- More seam ripping.
- More screaming.
- More sewing.
Most important of all...it actually LOOKS like a bear. Whatya know.
Here he is sitting on top of the blanket I made. I really like him. I think Andrea will too! Will I ever consider going into the stuffed bear making business?
Not in this lifetime.