On Wednesday, I sewed for about 20 minutes. I already know that sewing while angry is a terrible idea.
I looked down and it clicked—after I’d sewn 4 more seams—that I’d skipped a step, an early on step that would require a lot of seam ripping. Muttering, I grabbed up my seam ripper and went to work, rip rip rip snap snap snaaaap.
Then I realized I ripped the seams on the wrong side.
I was already grumpy and rushed and obviously should have just walked away for a little while, but I didn’t. A little seam ripping is par for the course. But extra, unnecessary seam ripping?! This is ridiculous. Maddening. I would rip no more.
I re-stitched the two (TWO!) seams I’d removed and just finished the piece without adding the early step I’d skipped in the first place.
The cloud of irritation seemed (seamed?) to lift as I considered the possibilities for snaps on this mutant wristlet. This could be super cute.
And it IS! It IS super cute!
I’m trying out a new size for this thing, and I will keep you posted on it.
There’s no big lesson here. Sometimes I sew when I shouldn’t, and sometimes it doesn’t go well, and sometimes it redeems itself with the pleasant surprise of a new design for the summer. This is how it goes by the seat of my pants.
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