failure.

Just so ya know, peoples, I suck at sewing.
Sorry. Just kinda low on a failure kick right now. Made a lot of mistakes, etc., and don't try to tell me that it'll be okay and I'll learn over time and the more skirts ya make the better ya get, because . . . I really don't like it all that much.
Can you say 'bummed"?
Anna and Rachel were making comments about me making them skirts, and how this was the beginning of my Etsy career. (it annoyed me to no end) Can I please insert right here that I barely make one thing on the sewing machine a year? Ahem.
Now, I did not go at this completely blindly; I had Mom helping and stuff...but really, couldn't it have turned out a little better?
I'm off to paint. Or iron. Or clean the kitchen. Or read. And write.
Do something that I'm good at.
Do something that I won't utterly fail.
Practice, practice, practice, you say.
Well, I'll leave that to those who will use the skill more than twice a year. And who knows; maybe I'll rebound and try to make the best of this botched skirt . . . it's just too narrow; not enough to be a wraparound skirt by any accounts. Of course Rachel jumped up and suggest it be for her . . . but I'm just trying it out here, peoples.
Urrrrgh.

Sorry.
Good news of some sort to come later in life.
Hopefully soon.
Like this morning, I had enough coffee to feed an elephant (pecan torte, a sweet lady at church gave me some samples of Gevalia) . . . while the men from Lowe's put in our new countertops. Pictures about that coming soon . . . fun, fun.

wordless wednesday: kids in the trampoline.

healing. a link.

http://itsajenslifedotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/healing.html
Check this link out . . . Diversity, humanness, grace, goodness.
By a dear friend/older sister, Jen dear. :)

God, ears, and feet.

It seems to not be a problem of ‘God, can’t You see Your children at Your feet’ this time, but rather, ‘God, we’re searching high and low, fast and in many places, (with one extra eye) for You, but we can’t seem to find Your feet!’

Really.

I can't remember where I found this picture (sorry if you know and I don't know who to credit...oops), but I found it eloquently simple. And true. The invisible is more important than what we can see.

[God, can't You see Your children at Your feet is a lyric by Caleb and Will Chapman, from their song Wait]

Off to Wally-world we go this afternoon, to pierce Rachel's ears for the first time, and mine for the second. It's kind of a tradition; when you turn 13, you get your ears pierced. :)

I'm thinking blue, purple, or plain old rhinestone studs . . . we shall see. There might be pictures, folks, so hold on tight. ;) Heh heh.

it is sometimes found very painful to be a domestic goddess.

Sunday, February 28
Well.
This is turning out to be one productive Sunday afternoon. :)

I'm making a wrap around skirt, yes, the one I mentioned when i showed you my dresser top, with the lavender-and-cream printed fabric . . . yes, that one. The book has to go back tomorrow. Ahem. I am not that sort of person. Well, maybe sometimes I am. :]

Monday, March 1

This last one is the last piece (a skirt panel) in the cutting process . . .

I have nothing else to say except that I need to learn the French seam thing or whatever, and that this is one of the weirdest Mondays ever.

More pictures of the sewing-and-finishing of this thing will follow as soon as . . . we get to it. :)