The finishing of this project has perhaps been hindered by the fact that it's completely useless. What would anyone do with a 2.5-inch cube book? It sounded cool in April 2006 when I started sewing this text block together, but now I think I've forgotten even how to do those stitches, so it will probably continue to sit in a box. I forgive myself.
This roll of 30s-inspired fabric was on my Things I Covet list for a long time. Then, thanks to a little luck, a gift card, and a sale, I got the $60 bundle for only $20. Too bad I lost all my crafting mojo and haven't made a single thing out of it in the months since I got it.
I think it's been almost two years since I brought this book (with its extremely high level of sentimental value) home with me from Texas, promising Simon's dad that I'd return it with a spiffy clam shell box to protect its withering spine. I had just finished a bookbinding class, so I was excited to keep working on my new skill. Of course, since I wasn't in the class anymore, time and motivation to make a box was harder to come by than I had planned. Do you think he remembers that I have it still? Does it bother him that I took it and never brought it back? This could get awkward.
I started this little piece five or six years ago. The title was 'Industrial Fireflies,' which is awesome, I thought, but I could never decide if the dots should be in the shape of the oil refinery that inspired it or just random or in the shape of the buildings with random up high for stars. Plus I got totally bored after seven rows and three random dots. I guess that means it's a lame idea, and I'm ok with that.
This is one of those projects whose intended beginning date is so far in the past, I can't even remember its context in my life at all. Maybe I should work on it before the appeal of a crow and a tree is entirely lost.
You're probably thinking I got the title of this wrong, but alas...'tis true...this excruciatingly blank bag was supposed to be embroidered for my lovely friend Kaitlin. I'm pretty sure this unfinished project represents a birthday present AND a Christmas present that she never got, and I'm sorry for that.
This is my quilt top right after I finished it....a month-and-a-half ago. I'd had the fabric for almost two years before that, so I guess I'm right on track. Two years from now, I'll quilt it and bind it!
I have high hopes that eventually I'll make these into the mobile that they're meant to be. I started sewing the birds before my baby was interested in things hanging above her, and now that she's over that, I have very little motivation to make her a mobile. So we just have little birds and scraps of birds waiting to be perched somewhere.
I know, I know....who makes a pillow out of a hot pad, right? Well, clearly I don't, so it's ok. I think this one will stay in the box where it's been for months and months. "Any opposed, by the same sign. Thank you."
Christmas 2005, I couldn't think of anything to give to my grandma. I was getting into embroidering bags, so my mom pulled out some (ugly) denim place mats she had in her gift stash and suggested I stitch something on them. I should ask her why she bought (ugly) denim place mats in the first place.
My aunt showed me how to knit months ago. I came home determined to practice every night so I wouldn't forget what she taught me. I never practiced and have completely forgotten how to start again.
I started embroidering this bag approximately three years ago. Sometimes I think about opening an Etsy shop to sell canvas bags with dumb logos that I've covered up like this, but yeah right.
