Bursting My Bubble

You know I posted about 'Sewing Highs' the other day?  Well, this is the second part of the post and it covers the Sewing Not So Highs.  Not quite the sewing lows maybe, but definitely the sewing 'I can do better than that surely, can't I?'

I'd been getting a lot more confident with my sewing lately.  Over the past year or so I've done loads more than I ever thought I would and well, I guess I was starting to get a little too cocky about my abilities.

I wanted to replace this old crochet hook case of mine.  As you can see, I've rather outgrown it.  I have hooks wedged in far too tightly and some which don't even fit.  Time for a nice new one and having a pretty little image in my head to follow, I was all geared up for a  a pleasurable time bringing it into reality.

The idea seemed fabulous in my head.  Glorious in fact, I was so excited by it and, at first, things went well.  I had some lovely little squares of fabric which pleased me greatly and I was having fun, playing with this ribbon and those trims.  Testing different colours to get the right look.  Happy pottering in the craft room.

And then, somehow things all started to go a little bit awry.  It think it all stemed from the fact that I changed my plan for constructing it half way through.  I decided that my original plan wasn't quite going to work how I wanted and so I came up with a new one and then one thing led to another, and before I knew where I was, it had all started to go horribly wrong.


 Some of the seams got horribly bulky and wouldn't sew nicely or lay flat afterwards.  Then I ended up having to cut through some of my pretty patchwork, which wasn't ideal.  That pretty pink trim on the top flap, which should have been the icing on the cake was a hideous sewing disaster.  You might not be able to tell how bad from the pictures, but honestly it's awful and I can't bear to show you up close.

To cap it all off, I couldn't even sew the hook pockets as I wanted to because the whole awful concoction had ended up too stiff and the poor sewing machine just didn't want to know by that stage.  So it doesn't even really hold the hooks in nicely.


Quite frankly, the whole thing has left me feeling rather deflated.  I think mostly because I was so excited about the idea originally and then it ended up being such and unenjoyable experience by the end.  My bubble was thoroughly burst by it all.  In fact, in a piece of massive (although unplanned) melodrama, I haven't sewn anything since.  (Oh the woe, the tragedy!)

I know that you'll probably wonder what I'm talking about.  And even I think (in the photos at least) it really does look quite presentable.  Cute even.  But remember, Dear Reader, I have shielded you from the true horrors.  The puckered seams, the unsightly sewing lines, the saggy baggy pockets.  If you saw it in the flesh, I assure you... but no (shudder), let's not think of that.

The only thing I truly love and which has not been marred by the whole tawdry ordeal, is those felt cherries. They came out just right, every bit as lovely as I had hoped and imagined they would.  

I have been living with this little case for a couple of weeks now.  Hoping that time would work some magic and heal the wounds, but alas, I do not forget.  My deepest desire, still, is to rip the thing apart and start again.  In fact, I don't think I shall really be happy until I have.

S x

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