Sewing these lush and awkward vintage textiles is by no means a breeze for me, too. On average, I would break 3 needles per bag. The record number is 5. Hours will be spent fiddling with tension dials and undoing jammed up seams of chewed up threads... It is a painfully frustrating and trying process of time wasted in correcting and testing, rather than creating. Often I think my sewing machine's temperament does not get along with mine!
Each bag I make is special to me, so each one has a name when they are born. Here are some of them:
* Liana, she is a gorgeous plush velveteen bag that just wants your attention.
* Smitha, who always has a pleasant surprise for you, is named after my friend who donated me this beautiful and precious remnant from her mother's collection.
* Hilda. She may be a little obsessed with teal.
* The rock and roll bag named Maria.
With such gorgeous pieces of remnant textile as precious as prime and historical real estate, I leave nothing to waste. And planning takes time, too, because as you know, one can never uncut fabric.
* Olivia, the subscriber of modern vintage.
Lest we forget this is a one woman operation -- I need to see to the necessary and not-so-creative steps, too.
Garrrh!!! There will never be enough cusses... Just when you want things to work.
I suppose it is time to take a break from sewing to focus on the display and marketing?