The carrying bag, with a stitched pocket on the front
The top and cushion for the inside
The goodies on the inside
I have been slaving for two solid days on this and I have made yet more decisions about finishing.
- If I'm going to have toys, I have to admit that I have to do the finishing
- HOWEVER, I need to realize my limitations, which leads to . . .
- I need to work on some finishing project every week to keep my hand in
- BUT I should not work more than about four hours on any project before stopping and doing something else
- AND, if a project has lots of bits and pieces, I need to treat them as separate projects and not feel the need to get everything done in a day
- and spending a whole week-end on finishing is not relaxing or de-stressing
I also need to spend some time with my new sewing machine and figure out all its ins and outs. I spent part of the afternoon reading the owner's manual from cover to cover looking for the way to open the bobbin cover. It isn't in there, in English, Spanish, or French. I found the button that opens it by accident.
I do have an alternate plan. I don't know whether she was just tired of my weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, but Baby Girl said that I should probably stitch and she should probably do the finishing. She likes fiddling with things and thinks in three dimensions. I like fiddling with stitches and don't think in three dimensions. Considering that she is likely to end up with all my stash at some point in the (hopefully) far distant future, this may be an excellent partnership.
Little does she know this may include papering the carcass for my embroidered casket.